Two Jewish men knock on Rabbi Levi’s door.
“What can I do for you gentlemen?” Said the Rabbi once he opened his door.
They explain to him they have an argument and cannot resolve it. The Rabbi agrees to help them.
“What is the argument about?” he asks.
First Man: “Black is a color!”
Second Man: “NO! it is not!”
First Man: “It is a color!”
Second Man: “Rabbi, is black a color?”
“Well, sure…” Said the confused Rabbi.
First Man: “See, I told you. And so is white!”
Second Man: “White is not a color!”
First Man: “Rabbi?”
Rabbi: “Well, yes, white is a color.”
First Man: “See? I told you Moishe, I sold you a Color TV!”
A man goes to see the Rabbi.
‘Rabbi, something terrible is happening and I have to talk to you about it.’
The Rabbi asked, ‘What’s wrong?’
The man replied, ‘I’m pretty sure my wife is poisoning me.’
The Rabbi, very surprised by this, asks, ‘How can that be?’
The man then pleads, ‘I’m telling you, I’m certain she’s poisoning me, what should I do?’
The Rabbi then offers, ‘Tell you what. Let me talk to her, I’ll see what I can find out and I’ll let you know.’
A week later, the Rabbi calls the man and says, ‘Well, I spoke to your wife on the phone for three hours. My advice?’
‘Take the poison.’
Machine and Bottle.
After the birth of their first child Tom and Sarah decided it was time to write a will and get their affairs in order.
They went to a lawyer and outlined for him their ideas about how their estate should be handled.
The lawyer then asked them questions about what medical means should be employed should they become severely injured.
Tom spoke up, “I don’t want my life regulated by some machine. I just can’t stand the idea of receiving my nourishment from a bottle.”
Sarah took Tom’s words to heart. When they got home, she cut the TV cord and dumped out all of Tom’s beer.
