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 | mr president, so good to see you. you see, all these people on the streets mistake me for a jew and i was wondering if you could prove them wrong. | |
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| oh, hello mr seinfeld! so nice to see a fellow jew up here every once in a while. all i ever see around the whitehouse are crackers, nigs, and beaners. | |
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| WTF IM NOT A f#*kING JEW YOU STUPID CRACKER AND YOURE NOT A JEW EITHER WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IM NOT JERRY SEINFELD! | |
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| oh im sorry, mr einstein. I can barely tell you jews apart from eachother. wel, i've got lots of presidential business to worry about. in fact im thinking about naming a new centagogue after you for your mathematical accomplishments. | |
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| later that day, at a bar mitzvah |
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| wtf... im not jew.. why does everyone think im jew.. im not a jew. this is rediculous.. not even the president can help me with my plight. *eats a jew treat* why must fate be so cruel? | |
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| dont worry, mr einstein. hang out with me and we'll have a GREEEEEEEEEEEEEAT time. *gets hit with draedel and dies immediately* | |
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