Little Johnny came home from school one day slightly confused. His mother was Jewish and his father was black
So Johnny asks, Mommy, am I more Jewish or more black?”
“What does it really matter? If you want to know for sure you’ll jus have to ask your father,” his mother tells him.
So, when his father arrived home from work, Little Johnny asks the same question, “Daddy, am I more Jewish or more black?”
“What the hell kind of a question is that? Why do you want to know if you’re more Jewish or more black?” asks his dad.
“Well, it’s like this dad… Tommy down the street wants to sell his bicycle for $50, and I don’t know whether to Jew him down to $25, or wait until it’s dark and steal the fucking thing.”