My Masonic Apron: I Love Jew, Really I Do...#comments

This story about the unhappy Jewish person reminds me of a work of fiction I created about the Beatles song, " While my guitar gently weeps. "
As John, Paul, and George quietly strum their guitars and think of lyrics, the moans and continuos reaching of points of ectasy echo through the walls separating them from Ringo's stable, the need for a horse of the man that he is. Before sobbing for the guitar players, be reminded that they found their pleasant mates, who not only enjoyed sex, but also could converse about spiritual topics.