Two men, one American and an East Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot. The Indian man said to the American, ‘You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven’t even met once.’ We call this arranged marriage. I don’t want to marry a woman whom I don’t love… I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems.’

The American said, talking about love marriages… I’ll tell you my story.

I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. ‘After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and married her, so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father’s father-in-law. Legally now my daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother.

More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father’s brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son.

Now my father’s son, my brother is my grandson. Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson. And you think you have family problems…

A lady had a height problem, she was TOO tall, being excatly 2 meters tall.

She hated the way she had to duck to walk through a doorway, the way she felt so uncomfortable in a car. So she visited an expert. The expert said, “Go visit the Dwarven Town.

It’s full of dwarfs. Find any dwarf, and ask him if he’ll marry you. Every time a dwarf says ‘no,’ you grow 10 cm shorter!”

The lady did as she was told.

She went to the Dwarven Town, and found a dwarf, and asked if he would marry her. He refused. She found herself 10 cm shorter.

She quickly repeated this act another time on another dwarf. Now 180 cm tall, she decided to ask one more dwarf then go home. She boldly walked up to a dwarf and asked if he would marry her.

The dwarf replied,: “No, no, no, no, no…! I don’t want to marry a tall person like you! You’re too tall!

No, no, no, no, no!”

Two Jewish men knock on Rabbi Levi’s door. “What can I do for you gentlemen?” Said the Rabbi once he opened his door. They explain to him they have an argument and cannot resolve it.

The Rabbi agrees to help them. “What is the argument about?” he asks. First Man: “Black is a color!”

Second Man: “NO!

it is not!”

First Man: “It is a color!”

Second Man: “Rabbi, is black a color?”

“Well, sure…” Said the confused Rabbi. First Man: “See, I told you. And so is white!”

Second Man: “White is not a color!”

First Man: “Rabbi?”

Rabbi: “Well, yes, white is a color.”

First Man: “See?