Mr. Moshe Salazar | Poal: Say what you want.

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The rain came down in wispy waves, not drops, as the line of men made its way slowly along the path, while the women chanted hauntingly. The men knew there would be a reckoning for their behavior, and their people would have to make a fresh start somewhere else for the 111th time in recorded history.

Mr. Moshe Salazar stepped forward.

The rain, or was it a drizzle, kept falling down upon him, as he prepared to speak.

His Yarmulke absorbed some of it, but didn't keep the rest of his head from getting damp.

Mr. Moshe Salazar took off his Kippah, and began to say:

Am I the only one feeling moist out here? I know it is not really wet, but it is definitely damp enough for me to catch a cold. That wouldn't be good for us, AS A PEOPLE! I supposed to be leading you schmucks out of here anyway, I feel like I am in charge and it should stay that way.

The people looked around. And Rabbi Moshe looked at the People.

He you over there, Schmul. Your wife, whats that headscarf she wears made our of? Looks like nice wool. Why don't you ask her to give it to me? I can't believe how wet my head it! Oh, Good Lord Yahweh, if my Mother were to see this, when I am supposed to lead the Jews to the 112th Country!

Schmul took the headscarf from his wife, and gave it to Rabbi Moshe.

Rabbi Moshe wiped his head with it, and looked at Schmul with an accusatory glare.

This feels very itchy. Has she been washing this with a hypoallergenic wash?

Schmul looked at him, and said

So what i she hasn't? The non-hypoallergic was is much cheaper. Comes in nice scents too, like lavender. How could I think you would use my wife's wash, you Schmuck?

The Christians were surrounding them, laying down in the mud of the hills from the North and West.

Rifles trained on heads.

Rabbi Moshe looked at Schmul.

Fine. It is a very nice scarf. Now I have to save us from the Goyim.

Rabbi Moshe looked at the Goyim, stared them down, the rifles all pointed at his head.

So, what's the deal with scarfs? It's not a hat, it's not a shawl, what is it?

The Goyim started laughing, and put down their rifles.

>The rain came down in wispy waves, not drops, as the line of men made its way slowly along the path, while the women chanted hauntingly. The men knew there would be a reckoning for their behavior, and their people would have to make a fresh start somewhere else for the 111th time in recorded history. Mr. Moshe Salazar stepped forward. The rain, or was it a drizzle, kept falling down upon him, as he prepared to speak. His Yarmulke absorbed some of it, but didn't keep the rest of his head from getting damp. Mr. Moshe Salazar took off his Kippah, and began to say: >Am I the only one feeling moist out here? I know it is not really wet, but it is definitely damp enough for me to catch a cold. That wouldn't be good for us, AS A PEOPLE! I supposed to be leading you schmucks out of here anyway, I feel like I am in charge and it should stay that way. The people looked around. And Rabbi Moshe looked at the People. >He you over there, Schmul. Your wife, whats that headscarf she wears made our of? Looks like nice wool. Why don't you ask her to give it to me? I can't believe how wet my head it! Oh, Good Lord Yahweh, if my Mother were to see this, when I am supposed to lead the Jews to the 112th Country! Schmul took the headscarf from his wife, and gave it to Rabbi Moshe. Rabbi Moshe wiped his head with it, and looked at Schmul with an accusatory glare. >This feels very itchy. Has she been washing this with a hypoallergenic wash? Schmul looked at him, and said >So what i she hasn't? The non-hypoallergic was is much cheaper. Comes in nice scents too, like lavender. How could I think you would use my wife's wash, you Schmuck? The Christians were surrounding them, laying down in the mud of the hills from the North and West. Rifles trained on heads. Rabbi Moshe looked at Schmul. >Fine. It is a very nice scarf. Now I have to save us from the Goyim. Rabbi Moshe looked at the Goyim, stared them down, the rifles all pointed at his head. >So, what's the deal with scarfs? It's not a hat, it's not a shawl, what is it? The Goyim started laughing, and put down their rifles.

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@Theodore_Kent

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Eat shit and read.

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