Imagine, if you will, attending to your utmost private business in the sanctity of your personal bathroom while positioned immediately above you is a large stereo system that sings inspirational music. Just as you complete your utmost private business and finish washing your hands, you notice- thank God- that the music has stopped. You continue on with your daily morning routine (or lack thereof, in my case) and begin brushing your teeth to the hum of a free Sonicare you scored off a rabbi three years prior. Over the high pitched drone of your glorious toothbrush, the voices of inspired women rise once again in their vain attempt to sound like angels.
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October 7, 2003 by
Well, when you put it like that, Twy, you can consider it a fight to the death. Or maybe a fight for survival. The rabbi I got the toothbrush from is not my boss, thank ! However, he requires an insane amount of patience to deal with, not to mention at least 24 hours of advanced notice that you are going to have to deal with him.
"A Sonicare scored off a rabbi"?
What'd you do? Fight to the death for it?
P.S. I love the juxtaposition between the Christian like vocabulary and the sudden appearance of a rabbi.