Seeking Jews with sense of humour

My granddad died at Auschwitz.

























Oh, that's terrible!




























Yeah, he fell out of a machine-gun tower.

Guy’s on a train in a sleeping berth, and below him there’s an old Jewish lady who keeps on muttering, “Oy, am I thoisty! Oy, am I thoisty!”

He tries to get to sleep, pulls his pillow over his head, pulls the blankets up, but it’s not good. Every few seconds, “Oy! Am I thoisty! Oy, am I thoisty!”

Finally he gets up.

“Madame, if I get you a glass of water, will that help?”

She nods, so he goes off to the club car and gets a big glass of ice water, brings it back to her, and watches as she drinks it. She thanks him, he tells her it was nothing, then he climbs back into his berth and is just starting to fall asleep when he hears from beneath him:

“Oy, was I thoisty! Oy, was I thoisty!”

(Omitted from this story was the fact that the guy then fell out of his berth, landed on a mazzuzah and killed himself.)

---dr.M.

And then you heard about the unluckiest man in New York City? He had a Jewish bartender and an Irish psychiatrist.

My brother died on the 9/11.
























Oh, That's terrible!

























Yeah, he clashed an airplane into a tall building.

Big Jew nose=big cock (fat Jewish pricess ass).

Papa potato, mama potato and baby potato walked along.

Baby potato got left behind.

Papa potato stamped on baby potato and said, "Mayonase!"

dr_mabeuse said:

He had a Jewish bartender and an Irish psychiatrist.

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I don't get that one with the Irish psychiatrist. What stereotype or cliché does it play on ???

Stoopyd