“I’m not qualified for Birthright.”
“Why?” I asked, indulging him, as our friends chatted on the other side of the bar.
He paused, looked me straight in the eye, and then replied in a serious and steady tone, “I’m not circumcised.”
An ethnically ambiguous utilitarian, I enjoy eating oranges until I sneeze, singing "I just had sex" even when I haven't, and tirelessly dancing to bring laughter to the dance floor.
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