Religion & Beliefs
Sun, mud, sweat, booze, and pills. Just another day in Israel.
I’m sick of being called a shiksa. One time, after a guy broke up with me, he told me his sister said that, “Shiksas are just for practice.” Knowing how frustrated I was, one of my friends triple dog dared me to convert to Judaism. And that’s where this column comes in.
I can haz a Purim?
Maybe you can write novels or Broadway hits, but can you write a true Purim shpiel?
You know it had to be a good night in Israel when it starts off with “We had woken that morning in Tel Aviv, bleary eyed and hung-over.”
Still down and out in Israel. This time with 100% more tears.
I genuinely have to believe that a few seconds of a feline dressed as Mordecai or Haman would knock these guys into Waka Flocka Flame territory.