A grasshopper walked into a bar and ordered a drink.<br>The bartender looked at him and said, &ldquo;You know we have a drink named after you?&rdquo;<br>The grasshopper replied, &ldquo;You have a drink named Stanley?&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>Schtick happens. For five thousand years, God&rsquo;s chosen people have cornered the market on knee-slappers, zingers, and knock-knock jokes. Now <b>Old Jews Telling Jokes </b>mines mothers, fathers, bubbies, and zaydes for comic gelt. What we get are jokes that are funnier than a pie in the punim: Abie and Becky jokes; hilarious rabbi, doctor, and mohel tales; and those bits just for Mom (Q: What&rsquo;s the difference between a Jewish mother and a Rottweiler? A: Eventually a Rottweiler will let go!). Some are just naughty and some are downright bawdy&mdash;but either way you&rsquo;ll laugh till you plotz. With Borscht Belt gags from Brooklyn to Bel Air to Boca, <b>Old Jews Telling Jokes</b> is like chicken soup for your funny bone. I mean, would it kill you to laugh a little?<br>&#160;