With the whole facebook rage I figured I might as well jump on the bandwagon like so many other bloggers and make a Frum Satire Profile- click the lick and if you have facebook you can become my friend. Why would you want to? I have no idea- but what the heck its free, and I am Jewish so free is fine with me.
You can now facebook me
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“If it’s free, I’ll take three!”
What did the Jews say when Moshe offered them the Torah?
“How much is it”
And God said its free.
“We’ll take two”
When I order chinese, the guy is like “you want that extra spicy?”
I say “dude, does that cost extra? cuz if not, i mean sure i want it. It’s like more stuff, right? for like not more money, right? Pile it on man.
the other day i had finished eating lunch and i came back in with a plate piled with food from an event that was going on down the hall. another guy asks me didn’t i just eat? I say, “yeah, but it’s sort of against my religion to pass by free food…”
while i’m at it, i gotta tell you i loved your post about ’shuls i davened in’
keep on rockin’ man
You making fun of jews? WELL THANKS! ;(
Best things in life are free?
The best things in life are free, unfortunately most folks need a long drive or flight to get to them. Some other great things are free though.
Waking up to 3 feet of fresh snow, watching two old ladies fight over the last piece of kishke, crunching your ice during an awkward silence on a shidduch date. Kiddush,
The best things in life are not things.
LOL @ Dofan.
At least you do not see farting during a shidduch date as something free and wonderful. On a shidduch date I met a “Mr.Farter”, but we were not a match, hopefully one day he’ll meet Ms.Farter. lol
your link is up! … thanx
Waking up to 3 feet of snow on Shabbos, walking outside and absentmindedly writing something in the snow with my finger… doh!
Shiphra- one time during high school me and my buddy decided we would write the name of our school in the deep snow on the lake by the local park. It was shabbos and we knew that all the hanhala would pass by the lake on the way to yeshiva.
We wrote in very large letters “TIUNY ROCKS” and of course at the shabbos afternoon mussar shmuz the Rosh Yeshiva decided to talk about the halachos of writing in the snow on shabbos.
Shavua tov,
Hey Hesh, what’s up with the rifle? Are you going duck hunting in upstate NY? lol.
Is “Farter” supposed to be pronounce far-te like its French?