If a Scottish person got just a little upset every time he was mistaken for his Gaelic neighbors...
...wouldn't that still make him ire-ish?
(This was my first joke I wrote a few years ago. It's bad, but I wanted to post it as a cake day commemoration. And then never tell it again :D)
After 40 years on the job, a mohel* is about to retire.
He's performed thousands of circumcisions and saved all the foreskins in a jar. He takes them to the best leatherworker in town and asks if he could do anything with them as a commemoration of his long career. "Sure, be back in two weeks."
Two weeks later the mohel returns, and the leatherw...
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