Q: How many Jewish mothers does it take to change a light bulb?
A: “Oh, don’t trouble yourself over it, sweetie. I’ll just sit here in the dark...”
A Gentile man calls his elderly mother.
He asks, “Mom, I haven’t talked with you in a few weeks. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
The elderly Gentile mother responds, “I feel fine. I don’t need anything. Don;t worry abut me. Thanks for calling.”
The phone rings at KGB headquarters, sometime in the 1960’s
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this KGB?”
“Da.”
“I’m calling to report my neighbor, Hershel Yankovitz is an enemy of the State. He is hiding undeclared diamonds in his firewood.”
“This will be noted.”
The next day, the KGB sends their hoodlums to Hershel’s tiny house. Out back, in the shed, they violently break every piece of firewood in their search for contraband. They find nothing. Angry and cursing, they leave.
Ten minutes later, the phone rings at Herchel’s house.
“Hello, Hersh, did the KGB show up?”
“They just left.”
“Did they chop up your firewood?”
“They certainly did.”
“Good. Now it’s your turn to call. My vegetable patch needs plowing.”
Q: How many Jewish mothers does it take to change a light bulb?
A: “Oh, don’t trouble yourself over it, sweetie. I’ll just sit here in the dark...”
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That actually happened with my (goy) mother.