On A Slow News Day...

A mohel in a poor European town was getting ready to retire after 50 years. The town in which he lived was so poor that no one could afford to pay him for the circumcisions he performed. In lieu of payment, the people of the town let the mohel keep the foreskin from every bris he performed.

On the day of his retirement, he is sitting in his house with his friend, the tailor. "I can't believe I've worked 50 years and all I have to show for my life's work is this pile of foreskins," says the mohel.

The tailor looks at the pile and says, "Let me take them from youy and see if I can make something nice from them."

A week later, the tailor comes back to the mohel's house. "I made you a wallet!" the tailor says.

The mohel is stunned. "What is this? Fifty years of brises and this is all I get, a wallet?"

The tailor looks at him and says, "Yeah, but this is a special wallet. When you rub it, it turns into a suitcase."