Shalom goys!

"You! You there!" he shouted to a goy on the street. "What day is this?"
The goy gave the Rabbi a puzzled look. "It's Hanukkah , sir. Hanukkah morning."
"Shalom! I haven't missed it. Here, lad." Rabbi rummaged in his dresser drawer and pulled out a bag of shekels. He tossed a handful of them to the boy and said, "There's a big, juicy duck in the Chinese Restaurant at the end of the street. Buy it and deliver it to Bob Goldberg's house."
The boy held up the coins. "But, sir. You've given me too much. This is twice what the duck will cost."
"Put the change in the letter box. Hurry now. The Goldbergs are hungry."
The goy was confused. "Yes, sir!" He scurried away down the street.
"Oh! Young fellow?" Rabbi called after him.
The goy turned. "Yes, sir?"
"Remember the Six Million," said the Rabbi.

Join me in the dark side goyim!

Give me shequels

Goyem!

Happy Thanksgiving, Chosen brother!