I just remembered that four or five years ago I gave a reading on the first night of Passover and asked the audience, “Did anyone remember to put the lamb’s blood over the door? No? Then maybe we should wrap this up early.” No one laughed.
Slights like that are the reason that millions of kids are being forced to eat horseradish tonight, you goyish bastards.
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