A blunt that lasts for more hours than physically possible. Hunnukah blunts continue around in rotation, providing hits and highness for all in the circle for hours on end.
We couldnt have rolled more than a few grams into that blunt, but somehow it lasted for eight hours! It was a miracle; some kind of Hanukkah blunt.
The way too long and somewhat boring winter holiday that really isn't anything other than a weak attempt to apply the least amount of tincture to our children's wounds for not being allowed a Santa Claus at that fercocktenah time of year, comprising the period of the most intense fear mongering and when really close minded and insecure xenophobics worry a kid might for just one day, December 25, rather just be another American kid and get a Master Replica light saber and some weird red and white striped candy from a fat old white guy dressed in red who jets around the world in a reindeer driven sielgh. Oy vey!
"Ok, so what's that about the lump of coal I got for Hanukkah last year?" or "Isn't it enough you cut part of my special friend off?" or "So instead of Toys and elves and magic, all I get to celebrate Hanukkah by having to eat greesy latkes and light candles every single night (8) nights in a row?" or And all this just so my parents can quietly think; "Hey, Busta, aren't we doing a good job making Seth feel better about Santa not visiting with those really pretty Hanukkah cookies and greesy latkes and that really cool story about the Greeks and how Jews found oil to light their candles for a week and a day?" or "I am going to marry that cute gentile Mom and Dad so I can have an excuse to celebrate the other really cool celebration. Hey, admit it, for us kids anyway, Hanukkah can't light a candle to Santa's Toy Time."
Jerry: "Well, Dave, it looks light this bowl is beat like Rodney King, but why don't you hit that and see if we can squeeze two more tokes from it."
(passes almost cashed bowl to Dave)
Dave: "Man, actually, I got a good hit from it. Kim, why don't you take a hit"
(passes bowl to Kim)
Kim: "I don't know where this is coming from! If we get a few more tokes, it looks like we might just have a Hanukkah bowl (or joint, bong, etc.) on our hands here!"
A very funny guy that helps Santa Claus and lives in Isreal.
He has a brother who helps named Santa Cohen and his sister's name is Yenta Claus. They have a cousin named Schmanta Claus and they all love Hanukkah.
So, what's Rabbi Ebenezer's problem and why do so many Jewish old people have their underwear all twisted up in a knot over us kids writing Hanukkah Harry and his helpers letters and asking them to stop by and visit us too?
A jewish zombie who delivers gifts during hanukkah. The jewish equivalent of Santa, only a lot less cool. He carries around a large explosive dreidel and drives a ti-fighter. Overall he's a pretty nice guy, but if you make him angry, he and kwanzabot will totally kick your ass. Not a big fan of Mel Gibson films.
The hanukkah zombie totally didn't deliver on the goods this hanukkah. I think his Ti-Fighter broke down.
-So kids, thats how you tell the difference between a police officer and a prostitute.