Sid and Al were sitting in a Mexican restaurant.
"Sid," asked Al, "Are there any Jews in Mexico?"
I don't know," Sid replied. "Why don't we ask the waiter?"
When the waiter came by, Al asked him, "Are there any Mexican Jews?"
"I don't know sir, let me ask," the waiter replied, and he went into
the kitchen. He returned in a few minutes and said, "No, sir. No
Mexican Jews." "Are you sure?" Al asked. "I will check again, sir."
the waiter replied and went back to the kitchen. While he was still
gone, Sid said, "I cannot believe there are no Jews in Mexico. Our
people are scattered everywhere." When the waiter returned he said,
"Sir, no Mexican Jews." "Are you really sure?" Al asked again. "I
cannot believe there are no Mexican Jews." "Sir, I ask everyone," the
waiter replied exasperated. "We have orange Jews, prune Jews, tomato
Jews and grape Jews, but no one ever hear of Mexican Jews!"

 

 

Hmmmm.

I guess Al and Sid are JEWS. Why don't we juice them.

 

no why don't we jews them

 

I like Azn jews