This was in the new Mad Magazine.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
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6 comments:
What me litigate?
What, you Jewish?
"The Holocaust was only funny up until the first million." -- Mort Sahl on why he doesn't do Nazi jokes.
Cute concept. Mad used to have an art director named Leonard Brenner who was BRILLIANT at this sort of stuff. And that was in the days before Quark or Indesign. I think Brenner is in mostly a consulting role now...
-- Lamont Cranston
What, you teaching us crap?
Yer still all going to see my new movie, though...right?
Rocky Jewboa?
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