While on a vacation to one of the most famous holiday destinations in New England, I was behooved to engage in some local frivolity. Meandering up the landmass that is a proud, sickle-sharp jut into the Atlantic, happenstance took me through town upon picturesque town, and many upon many quaint souvenir shops. By the time I reached Provincetown, I had no will left to abstain further, I just had to buy something! This one place in P-town (as the locals call it) particular speciality was wind-powered knickknacks: whirligigs, wind chimes, bubble-blowers, but mostly the all-time classic - kites. The one that caught my eye was a gigantic rainbow box-kite in the shape of the Star of David. Not ashamed to display my heritage in such a flamboyant way, I headed to the beach to attempt to get it aloft. Now its 200 feet up - in all its glory, when a Hasidic Jew in nothing but a g-string was passing by and remarked under his breath "Don't take it from me, but that's a gay fucking kite"
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