The last panel of this piece may need a little explanation (at the risk of killing the joke by explaining it).
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6 comments:
Well, you are a rare exotic fruit.
can beat a pair of peyas to lighten the mood and make one wonder.
so is this the new plan then? heehee
paste on peyas at that. gotta love passing
Actually, I do all my shopping here: http://israelmilitary.com/
Thank God!
I can now finally get my hands on an album I've been looking for for the last ten years Songs in Khaki
The problem with Jews, particularly Israelis is that they never update their fucking tunes.
A few weeks ago I was watching a documentary about young Israelis going off after their military service to get blitzed on drugs and psychosis in India, and one scene they showed this Therapeutic House where they pull those that have achieved more vegetative states in, and get them to play the guitar, and sing, and the songs they were singing I could remember clapping along and bawling out at cheder aged five.
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