I say this calls for a party. The jews are invited. They may bring their cute, lovable, furry little hats as well. And pâté. And little crackers. And foie gras. And salmon roe and caviar. And pumpernickel sliced into really thin slices. And wine. And some dancing women. The Swedish chef is also invited. He will be making a vegetable stew.

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