“I cannot believe,” remarked Ernie as he sprinkled horseradish, “that she wore those shoes with that dress.”
“There truly is no accounting for taste,” said Bert, licking his lips in anticipation.
“What the hell,” reflected Ernie, “Do you need a hand?” “No thanks,” replied Bert, “I’m having a ball!”
“That’s disgusting, man,” said Ernie with a frown.
Ernie grimaced and wiped sweat from his brow.
Bert replied, “If you were on the ball, you would have yelled, “The man’s nuts, grab 'em!!”, pun intended.”
Oh goody, Auto’s here! 
“What’s disgusting,” corrected Bert, “is that she would wear those shoes with that damn dress. Quit hogging the horseradish, asshole.”
When they were finally done with supper, which included a 650 pound giant squid and a 300 pound human, the pair jumped up and bellowed in unison, “Who’s next?!..I mean, let’s blow this joint!”
Just then, a shadow crept along the sidewalk outside the kitchen window.
Meanwhile, on a sprawling cattle ranch ten miles west of Haifa, Bucky Goldstein and Lefty Moskowitz were skeptically looking over a spindly newborn calf.
“She looks red all over.” remarked Bucky.
“That’s just how they come out, mi amigo,” Lefty said in his distinctive Tel Aviv drawl.
Bucky came to a sudden realization, “What the hell are two Jews like us doing in the Middle of Tel-Aviv?”
“We’re not, ya idjit,” said Lefty, “we’re on a sprawling cattle ranch ten miles west of Haifa.”
“I meant that she looks perfectly red ,” insisted Bucky.
Lefty nodded thoughtfully, stuck in a wad of kosher chewing tobacco and mulled over the significance of Numbers 19:2.
An ass standing on a hillside overlooking them suddenly brayed.
“Hey, look, the Prime Minister is visiting!” Lefty said, nudging Bucky.
“Where’d everybody go?” Bucky wondered, pulling some matzoh out of his saddlebag.