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El Lobo Reservado, a sagacious gentleman from out west, sent this one about
Jewish people in Mexico...

Two older Jewish men, Sid and Al, are sitting in a Mexican restaurant one day.

Sid asks Al: "Do you know of any people of our faith born and raised in Mexico?"

Al replies: "I don't know, let's ask our waiter."

When the waiter arrives, Al asks: "Are there any Mexican Jews?"

The waiter says: "I do not know, Señor, I ask the cooks."

He returns from the kitchen after a few minutes and says, "No, Señor, the cook
say no Mexican Jews."

Al isn't satisfied and asks, "Are you absolutely sure?"

The waiter, realizing he is dealing with Gringos replies, "I check once again,
Señor," and goes back into the kitchen.

While the waiter is away, Sid says, "I find it hard to believe that there are no
Jews in Mexico. Our people are scattered everywhere."

The waiter returns and says, "Señor, the head cook Manuel, he say there is
no Mexican Jews."

"Are you certain?" Al asks again. "I just can't believe there are no Mexican
Jews!"

"Señor, I ask EVERYONE," replies the exasperated waiter. "All we have here
is Orange Jews, Grape Jews, Prune Jews, Tomato Jews, and Apple Jews, but
no Mexican Jews."
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