Disappointing the Elders of Zion
You really don't know how bad of Jew you are till you find yourself on Easter Sunday managing to get your cart filled with 14 pounds potato salad and marinated chicken onto the sidewalk without breaking anything, musing your drawn on whiskers, or knocking your bunni ears off and the lovely middle aged woman on the arm of a priest nods at you and says, "My aren't you the cutest little bunni?"
My father would be so proud.
Bad Bunni posted at
4/18/2006 12:10:00 PM |