Why would anyone want to smite the Heiliger Guard, chas vesholom. Where would we all be without him?

I didn't necessarily want to, was just curious to see if Guard would have me demoted or something. I added some Karma to you. Hey I don't know what all this is about, but it definitely gives us something to do when eichler's is quiet here in passaic. oops. i said teaneck earlier didn't i-

yeah, but they're both in the Guard-en State

Did you know that Teaneck has a sister city called Coffee Shoulder?

The Eichlers there is great!

Fischel Update
Life is good.

Awesome!

Regards from Ashmadai..
he's back from poland
and so full of kedusha!

and yes, life is good

and so is cappucino!

Almost official Post Dedicated to Dov

A bit of an inappropriate joke that I heard as a kid. [inappropriate for someone like me, I would never let such a story out of my mouth, cuz it's just plain stupid, but being that we can take a gevaldige lesson out of it, I'm muchan to let it out of my keyboard]
This guy comes to see a Doctor complaining that he can't stop ummm, expelling flatus through the uh, passing gas [also known as farting], "What's more, whenever I'm ahem, Flatulent, no sound can be heard, nor is anything smelled. In fact, Doctor, in these two minutes I've been sitting here I've done it like six times."
"Hmmm" says the Doctor, "Take these pills for a week and come back here".
A week later the guy returns his face burning in embarrasment. "Doctor! What have you done?! Since I'm taking those pills the volume of the gas escaping has been going higher and higher, why you can hear it yourself! What was it? five times just now?"
The Doctor nodded gravely, "I see, try these pills for the next week, until then..."
The next week the guy returns hiding under his coat "Doctoooor!!!! he moaned, now you added an odor! a hideous odor! I came to you to get rid of the flatulations, not to make them worse!"
The doctor looks him in the eye. "My dear patient, now that we got rid of your hearing problem, and your smelling problem, we can begin to deal with the excessive flatulence..."



Nimshal
I'm a real Tzaddik except that I sometimes go crazy for some lust. But right afterwards I'm so intense in my Avdus Hashem, I'm such a Chossid Ve'Anav...
Take the bitter pill of shame, be injected with some humility. Only then can we work on the problem...

This reminds me of a joke I heard when I was younger. This was in the days of filing cabinets and dial phones. If you don't remember them you might not get the joke.

A man goes to a doctor complaining of severe flatulence. In the time he takes to describe his symptoms he passes wind a large number of times and the room begins to smell.
When he finishes, the doctor goes behind the filing cabinet and takes out a long wooden pole with a rusty hook at the end. The patient is petrified. "D-d-doctor, wh-wh-what are you g-g-going to do with that stick?" He asks.
"The first thing I'm going to do," answers the doctor,

i don't get it

The patient thought the stick was to put up his bottom to take something out. Ouch!

Beggar: I do not appreciate such posts on my fuhdem.

hi TZ,
do you know a good recipe for buckwheat blintzes?

oink

My recipe book includes only Qinoa Qnishes. Sorry.


I used to be Mashgiach at a place that made a whole lot of buckwheat zachen, was a long time ago idunno