Dear Shoshannah: I used to go to take violin lessons with a couple very nice Jewish boys. I wish I had been able to match the talent of the younger one, who became a member of a major symphony orchestra.
One day on the way home, they stopped at a delicatessen, and came out with a package with some large black characters on it that I had never seen before. I asked what that meant. The older boy answered that it meant the meat was kosher. I asked what Kosher meant, and the older boy replied that it meant it was meat the rabbi had pissed on.
I understood that he was joking, but have never repeated it until now. I didn't want to get a ruptured eardrum.(private portion to Shoshannah.)