A grasshopper walked into a bar and ordered a drink.
The bartender looked at him and said, “You know we have a
drink named after you?”
The grasshopper replied, “You have a drink named Stanley?”
Schtick happens. For five thousand years, God’s chosen
people have cornered the market on knee-slappers, zingers,
and knock-knock jokes. Now Old Jews Telling Jokes mines
mothers, fathers, bubbies, and zaydes for comic gelt. What
we get are jokes that are funnier than a pie in the punim:
Abie and Becky jokes; hilarious rabbi, doctor, and mohel
tales; and those bits just for Mom (Q: What’s the difference
between a Jewish mother and a Rottweiler? A: Eventually a
Rottweiler will let go!). Some are just naughty and some are
downright bawdy—but either way you’ll laugh till you plotz.
With Borscht Belt gags from Brooklyn to Bel Air to Boca, Old
Jews Telling Jokes is like chicken soup for your funny bone.
I mean, would it kill you to laugh a little?
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