Tax Office

At the end of the tax year the Tax Office sent an inspector to audit the
>books of a synagogue. While he was checking the books he turned to the
>Rabbi and said, "I notice you buy a lot of candles. What do you do with
the
>candle drippings?"
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>"Good question," noted the Rabbi. "We save them up and send them back to
>the candle makers, and every now and then they send us a free box of
>candles."
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>"Oh," replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusual question
>had a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious way:
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>"What about all these matzo purchases? What do you do with the crumbs?"
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>"Ah, yes," replied the Rabbi, realizing that the inspector was trying to
>trap him with an unanswerable question. "We collect them and send them
back
>to the manufacturers, and every now and then they send a free box of matzo
>balls."
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>"I see," replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster
the
>know-it-all Rabbi. "Well, Rabbi," he went on, "what do you do with all
the
>leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?"
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>"Here, too, we do not waste," answered the Rabbi. "What we do is save up
>all the foreskins and send them to the Tax Office, and about once a year
>they send us a complete dick like you."
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