A father and mother allegedly performed a circumcision on their son at their Missouri home.
Staff from University Hospital in Columbia called a Department of Social Services hotline on Nov. 27 to say the parents showed up to the hospital with the child after conducting a circumcision at home, a probable cause arrest affidavit said.
Good God, these damned animals. Cutting on their kid's junk at home? They need to be run through a tree chipper. You can't fix that kind of fuckedness.
Did you hear the one about the mohel who kept all the tips? After a 40 year career, he took them to his buddy Morty, the leather worker. He says, “Morty, these foreskins represent my life’s work. Can you make something from them?” “Give me a week” says Morty, “and I’ll make you something nice.” The mohel waits a week and, dying from curiosity, he returns to his friend’s shop. “Morty!” he exclaims, “What’ve you got for me?” Morty replies, “I made you this lovely wallet.” “Wallet!” screams the disappointed mohel. “I give you my life’s work and you give me a wallet?” “Relax,” says Morty. “If you stroke it for a bit, it grows into a briefcase.”
You're not supposed to use a 6 pound splitting maul folks. A simple utility knife would have done the job.
ReplyDeleteNot a doctor and not a Rabbi.
ReplyDeleteHmmm but other parents make decisions to cut their child's penis off. All are considered child abuse in my opinion.
ReplyDeleteBig government. Next they won't let us give our own kids an aspirin
ReplyDeleteGood God, these damned animals. Cutting on their kid's junk at home? They need to be run through a tree chipper. You can't fix that kind of fuckedness.
ReplyDeleteLook up 'Joe Walsh, circumcision'.
ReplyDeleteThey should've called a Mohel! I hear it's a good gig because you get to keep the tips!
ReplyDeleteDid you hear the one about the mohel who kept all the tips? After a 40 year career, he took them to his buddy Morty, the leather worker. He says, “Morty, these foreskins represent my life’s work. Can you make something from them?” “Give me a week” says Morty, “and I’ll make you something nice.” The mohel waits a week and, dying from curiosity, he returns to his friend’s shop. “Morty!” he exclaims, “What’ve you got for me?” Morty replies, “I made you this lovely wallet.” “Wallet!” screams the disappointed mohel. “I give you my life’s work and you give me a wallet?” “Relax,” says Morty. “If you stroke it for a bit, it grows into a briefcase.”
DeleteI’ll show myself out.