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Two women are sitting across from each other on the D train headed towards Manhattan. Each woman is sitting with a couple of kids and a baby carriage near them talking about their Purim last year. One woman says to the other, "You know, last year Purim my husband got so drunk that his two friends had to schlep him home and then he just fell asleep right there on the floor and didn't move for hours. It was terrible." The other woman replies, "In my husband's shul it's nothing like that. The people there are so ehrlich that when they get drunk they become mammesh like tzadikim. My fourteen-year-old son got drunk last year. He was so cute. All he did was scream the whole day that he wants to grow up to be a rosh yeshivah."