Rabinovich, a Soviet trade official, is called to the Party meeting to be fired.
"Please, I have a family to feed," he begs the Party official.
"Okay," the partorg says, "You will go to Paris to sell Soviet perfume. If you get the contract, we will give you a bonus and let you stay."
So Rabinovich flies off to Paris. A week later, Moscow receives a telegram. ...
Two Jewish men are standing in the bathroom and peeing in adjacent urinals
the one to the right finishes doing his business, turns around, and says to his neighbor, “Tell me, did Mohel Rabinovich do your bris [i.e. circumcision]?” “Yes,” the other guy responds, “how did you know?!!!” “Well, Rabinovich is a little cross-eyed and you are peeing on my shoes!”
An old but gold Soviet joke
Q: Rabinovich, what is a fortune?
A: A fortune is to live in our Socialist motherland.
Q: And what's a misfortune?
A: A misfortune is to have such a fortune.
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