Originally Posted by
Sir C
My closest friend from the age of 11 into my 20s was a jewish and he lacked anything extraordinary in the hooter department; he was, however, tighter than the proverbial duck's arse, manifestations of which tightness naturally leading me to cry, 'Jewbag!' and rub the nose in the approved fashion.
My first jewish love, a fine physical specimen, described herself as 'like all jewish girls, big títs, big nose, big appetites'.
Phwoar. What a goer she was. High maintenance, of course.
I recently stalked her on Facebook and discovered that she is now an 18 stone heifer. This made me sad.