In a Brooklyn dive the bartender comments to a pimp,
“Your prostitute sure is a nervous one. What’s her name? “
“Well, I call her ‘Whoretense,’ fella. What’s it to yuh?”
Just then, five Arabs and five Jews come in together.
The barkeep sneers, “All uh you’s get out uh here!”
“But why?” queries one puzzled middle easterner. “Ain’t it obvious?”
he replies, “The situation in here has become untenable.“
“Yeah, like the settlement of my tenth divorce,” comments a millionaire
sipping a martini. “The damages for that one were extensive,”
Then with competence, bartend shoves all ten toward their tenement.