If I ran a bakery and some racist hick called me up asking me to make a birthday cake for his son, whose name just happens to be Adolf Hitler, I would enthusiastically respond, “Absolutely! Would you like all white frosting?”

And when they arrived to pick up their order I would hand them a dark chocolate cake frosted with a big, gay rainbow bearing the words: Happy Bar Mitzvah Adolph Goldstein.

 

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