The joyous occasion on the night before a boy’s bar mitzvah when the father takes his son to become a man at the hands of Yentel, the neighborhood octogenarian prostitute, who can do things with her good arm that will make you forget that thing on her neck.
After the actus delecti is completed, Yentel insists on feeding you matzoh ball soup and brisket, complaining that you are all skin and bones.
After the actus delecti is completed, Yentel insists on feeding you matzoh ball soup and brisket, complaining that you are all skin and bones.
Shlomo just got back from his beijing bar mitzvah and he smells like manhood, horseradish and shame.
by Joost De Egressor March 13, 2008