A guy goes into a store and tells the clerk, “I’d like some Polish sausage.”
The clerk looks at him and says, “Are you Polish?”
The guy, clearly offended, says, “”Well, yes I am. But let me ask you something. If I had asked for Italian sausage would you ask me if I was Italian? Or if I had asked for German bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German? Or if I asked for a kosher hot dog would you ask me if I was Jewish? Or if I had asked for a taco would you ask if I was Mexican? Would ya, huh? Would ya?”
The clerk says, “Well, no.”
With deep self-righteous ndignation, the guy says, “Well, all right then, why did you ask me if I’m Polish just because I ask for Polish sausage?”
The clerk replies, “Because this is Home Depot.”
Hitler calls a meeting of his best soldiers and commanders and tells them “Alright I want to order the assassination of one thousand jews and four hedgehogs.”
Then one of his generals stands and says “But… Mein furhur why four hedgehogs?”
Hitler then smiles and says “See? No one gives a f*ck about the jews.”
A Jewish grandmother is giving directions to her grown grandson who is coming to visit with his wife.
“You come to the front door of the apartments.
I am in apartment 301.
There is a big panel at the front door.
With your elbow, push button 301.
I buzz you in.
Come inside and elevator is on the right.
Get in, and with your elbow, push 3rd Floor.
When you get out, I’m on the left. With your elbow, hit my doorbell.
“Grandma, that sounds easy, but, why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow? “What… You’re coming empty handed?”
In the winter of 1926, Thelma Goldstein from Chicago treated herself to her first real vacation in Florida.
Being unfamiliar with the area, she wandered into a restricted hotel in North Miami.
“Excuse me,” she said to the manager. “My name is Mrs. Goldstein, and I’d like a small room for two weeks.”
“I’m awfully sorry,” he replied, “but all of our rooms are occupied.”
Just as he said that, a man came down and checked out.
“What luck,” said Mrs. Goldstein. “Now there’s a room.
“Not so fast, Madam. I’m sorry, but this hotel is restricted. No Jews allowed.”
“Jewish? Who’s Jewish? I happen to be Catholic.”
“I find that hard to believe. Let me ask you, who was the Son of God?”
“Jesus, Son of Mary.” “Where was he born?”
“In a stable.” “And why was he born in a stable?”
“Because a schmuck like you wouldn’t let a Jew rent a room in his hotel!”
Little Johnny came home from school one day slightly confused.
His mother was Jewish and his father was Hispanic.
So Johnny says, “Mum, am I more Jewish or more Hispanic?”
“What does it really matter? You’ll just have to ask your father”, his mother tells him.
So Johnny’s father gets home from work and Johnny asks the same question,
“Dad, am I more Jewish or more Hispanic?”
“What kind of a question is that, does it really matter? Why do you want to know if you’re more Jewish or more Hispanic?” asks his dad.
“Well, it’s like this dad. Tommy down the street wants to sell his bicycle for $50, I don’t know whether to talk him down to $25, or wait till dark and steel the fucking thing!”