Old Jews Telling Jokes

A grasshopper walked into a bar and ordered a drink. The bartender looked at him and said, “You know we have a drink named after you?” The grasshopper replied, “You have a drink named Stanley?”   Schtick happens. For five thousand years, God’s chosen people have cornered the market on knee-slappers, zingers, and knock-knock jokes. Now Old Jews Telling Jokes mines mothers, fathers, bubbies, and zaydes for comic gelt. What we get are jokes that are funnier than a pie in the punim: Abie and Be