The rabbi and the Catholic priest met at the town’s annual picnic. Old friends, they began their usual banter. “This ham is really delicious,” the priest teased the rabbi. “You really ought to try it. I know it’s against your religion, but you just haven’t lived until you’ve tried Mrs Hall’s prized Virginia Baked Ham. Tell me, when are you going to break down and have some?”

The rabbi looked at his friend with a big grin, and said, “At your wedding.”


Post a Comment