Damn

A crusty old man walks into the local shul (synagogue) and says to the secretary, "I would like to join this damn shul."

The astonished woman replies, "I beg your pardon, sir. I must have misunderstood you. What did you say?"

"Listen up, damn it. I said I want to join this damn shul!"

"I'm very sorry sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated in this shul."

The secretary leaves her desk and goes into the rabbi's study to inform him of her situation.

The rabbi agrees that the secretary does not have to listen to that foul language.

They both return to her office and the rabbi asks the old geezer, "Sir, what seems to be the problem here?"

"There is no damn problem," the man says. "I just won $200 million bucks in the damn lottery and I want to join this damn shul to get rid of some of this damn money."

"I see," said the rabbi. "And is this bitch giving you a hard time?"

Thanks, as always, to my friend Michel.