’Cause Tisha B’Av starts this coming Saturday night.
It’s the saddest day on the Jewish calendar, marking all sorts of historical calamities, including the destruction of both Temples in Jerusalem.
No food. No water. No wearing of leather shoes, an affectation of the Rich Man. No luxurious hot baths. And, of course, no sex, a restriction us old Married Guys can laugh at.
Hell, I’ll laugh about ’most anything.
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