Moshe was taking to his psychiatrist.
"I had a weird dream recently," he says. "I saw my mother, but then I noticed she had your face. I found this so worrying that I immediately awoke and couldn't get back to sleep. I just stayed there thinking about it until 7am. I got up, made myself a slice of toast and some coffee and came straight here. Can you please help me explain the meaning of my dream?"
The psychiatrist kept silent for some time, then said,
"One slice of toast and coffee? Do you call that a breakfast?"
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"I had a weird dream recently," he says. "I saw my mother, but then I noticed she had your face. I found this so worrying that I immediately awoke and couldn't get back to sleep. I just stayed there thinking about it until 7am. I got up, made myself a slice of toast and some coffee and came straight here. Can you please help me explain the meaning of my dream?"
The psychiatrist kept silent for some time, then said,
"One slice of toast and coffee? Do you call that a breakfast?"
This is the largest collection of jewish jokes in the world.
For Peter Horowitz. And his chicken soup.
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