Not sure about the "Jewish hymen" line, but let's see how it works:
“No,” I say, “I don’t plan to go to Germany.”
I’m on the phone with Rooster, trying to convince him that my Jewish hymen will remain intact.
“They killed us there, you know.”
There it is again: the Judaism of convenience. Rooster and Nails practically mainline bacon. They wouldn’t know a Hebrew phrase if it came up and bit them in the ass. The closest they come to worship is a Mel Brooks movie on the DVD player, but I get a plane ticket and all of a sudden they’re the paragons of Semitic virtue.
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