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Mrs. Radosh says to the rabbi, My husband keeps shrinking! When we married he was five foot eight, and now he’s five foot four. Can you say a blessing for him?
Of course: May he live to be four foot ten.
God agrees to grant Hyman a wish, with the condition that whatever he asks for, his brother-in-law will get double.
Okay, Hyman says, I wish I were half-dead.
Mrs. Radosh says to the rabbi, My husband keeps shrinking! When we married he was five foot eight, and now he’s five foot four. Can you say a blessing for him?
Of course: May he live to be four foot ten.
God agrees to grant Hyman a wish, with the condition that whatever he asks for, his brother-in-law will get double.
Okay, Hyman says, I wish I were half-dead.
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