Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Monday, October 26, 2015


When Rabbi Jacob was hired to fill the pulpit in a small Southern community, what he saw surprised him to say the least.

It wasn’t that they ate grits, greens, and cornbread. That was fine; it was expected. But he was shocked to see them eating pork in all its varied forms. Even more bizarre, they avoided all kinds of waterfowl. The very idea of consuming duck and goose was regarded with contempt and loathing.

He asked how this could be, and they drawled their answer...

“According to the Torah, we are prohibited from eating the flesh of the swan!”


mostly cajun said...

I can totally see that.

A good old Texas boy (There ain’t no other kind) had a flat tire, pulled off on the side of the road, and proceeded to put a bouquet of flowers in front of his pickup truck and one behind it. Then he just stood back and waited.

A passerby from the city studied the scene as he drove by and was so curious he turned around and went back. He asked the fellow what the problem was.

The Texan replied, “Flat tire.”

In response the passerby asked, “But, what’s with the flowers?”

The Texan responded, “When ya’ break down, they tell ya’ to put flares in the front and flares in the back…I ain’t never understood it neither.”


Elisson said...

That one was mostly good, Mostly.