Redneck Jew Meets “This Is Where I Leave You”

This is where i leave you-good - CTwo years ago, I was introduced to Jonathan Tropper’s book “This Is Where I Leave You” by my Waffle House waitress, a cute blond named Samantha. People would think that Waffle House waitresses don’t read…much less know anything about Jews. Most people try to avoid Waffle House, but I love breakfast food so frequent Waffle House. In fact I plan to do a photo shoot of “the Girls of Waffle House” before Hefner does it for Playboy!
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Redneck Jew: the Song

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Growing up in the South during the most influential period of our country’s musical history, I love Southern Rock. All the most important bands were from the South: the Allman Brothers Band, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and those Southern wannabes, Creedence Clearwater Revival who always wished they were “Born On a Boyou” or “Rolling On a River.”
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Sweet Home Ala-Bangkok

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Redneck Jew went to Thailand. What can I say about Thailand?  It sucks! There was no Budweiser beer, no hand-slung chitterlings, and no kosher pork barbecue to eat!  No pickup trucks with rebel flags!  It was really horrible to have to live on a tropical beach with beautiful Thai women and eat Thai food all the time! So after suffering from severe depression my friends found a place “that will pick me up when I’m feeling blue”.

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The Burning Hanukkah Bush

Growing up, my sister and I were the only two Jewish kids living in our small Mississippi town. All of our Gentile friends had Christmas trees, so we thought it would be a good idea to have a Hanukkah Bush, so as not to feel left out. I know, I know, don’t tell me: there’s no such thing as a Hanukkah Bush. I get it, alright? Still, Christmas can be a lonely time for poor Jewish boys. My sister and I were not going to let ourselves be outdone by anybody. So I devised a story to one-up my goyish friends.
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What I Learned In Chemistry Class: Orgasm and Beat Your Meat

My junior year Chemistry class was taught by Mrs. Raymond:  a prim and proper older lady who dressed very frumpy.   Mrs. Raymond took Chemistry very seriously.  Unfortunately, Mrs. Raymond had Jimmy Farmer in the class.  Jimmy was on the twenty year program to graduate from high school.  He was forced to take each class at least twice before they would pass him.  That was alright with Jimmy though.  Jimmy believed if he had to take a class twice, at least he would get noticed and stand out.

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