My Uncle Jake was a murderer. Oy, was he a murderer! I don’t usually make jokes about this sort of thing, but after a while, even the cops in the neighborhood called him, “Jake Bernstein the Murderer.” Uncle Jake was such a murderer he even murdered people on holidays, even Jewish holidays, like Passover. (Passover: […]
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