Two billionaire friends meet. After a casual conversation, one of them finally asks: "So, how's your home life?" The other answers: "Couldn't be better! I bought an elephant!" The other guy looks at him astonished: "An elephant? Have you gone mad?" The guy replies, smiling: "Oh, my friend, let me tell you, it's the best purchase in my life! He's grazing on the lawn, making it nice and even. Kids love him! Always riding his back and sliding down his trunk, keeps them outside instead of in front of the screen all day. My wife loves him too! He's super strong, helps her with moving things around when I'm not home. And let me tell you, the best thing is: it's kind and smart - the best pet I've ever had!" The other billionaire scratches his chin. "Yeah, that sounds... Kind of amazing actually! How much did you pay for him?" The guy replies: "A million bucks! Worth every penny, it's a steal at this price." The other billionaire says: "Sell him to me for two million?" The first billionaire: "No, what are you saying? Sell him? He's like family!" "Three million!" "I don't know, my dear... You really can't put a price on this kind of friendship and usefulness!" "Alright, five million!" "Five million?.. Well, alright my man, I'll sell him to you, but only because we're bosom buddies". In a few weeks the two billionaires meet up again. The guy who bought the elephant is angry as hell. As soon as he sees the other guy, he starts yelling: "What THE HELL did you sell to me?? Not only does he NOT graze the lawn, he completely destroyed all my greenery and trees! There's elephant dung EVERYWHERE, it smells even inside the house! And what was that about kids? They are TERRIFIED of the thing, it's aggressive and massive, and scary! I cannot sleep because he trumpets ALL THE TIME. My wife has been having nightmares, and now I won't hear the end of her bickering until I die! IT'S AWFUL, the worst purchase in my life!" The other billionaire shakes his head at him and says: "Well, my friend, I don't know what to say, you'll never sell an elephant with that attitude. "

Two old friends went on a fishing trip and used the time away from home to complain about their wives. "Tell me something," one of them asked, "how come every year I forget my wedding anniversary, but my wife always remembers—and then gets mad at me?" "That's actually very easy to explain," the other replied. "Remember that summer before you got married? We went on a trip, and you caught the biggest fish of your life?" "Of course I do!" said the first. "How could I ever forget landing a catch like that?" "Well," said his friend, "just like in your case—trust me—the fish doesn’t remember a thing!"

In a small Jewish community, there was a problem: should people stand or sit when reciting the prayers? Every time they got to the prayers, half the people stood and the other half sat. The ones standing would shout, “Stand up! Stand up!” The ones sitting would shout, “Sit down! Sit down!” And the prayer would always end in chaos and argument. Realizing they couldn’t go on like this, they went to a great rabbi and asked him, “Are we supposed to stand or sit during the Kaddish?” The rabbi looked into the sources and authorities, and ruled: “There’s no biblical requirement—it depends on the custom of your community.” “But how can we know what the community's tradition was?” they asked. “Ask one of the founders of your community,” the rabbi replied. “See what they did back then.” So the congregation found a 90-year-old man, one of the original members of the community who no longer came to services, and they sent a delegation from both sides to ask him. “Are we supposed to stand?” asked the standers. “No!” said the old man. “That was not the community tradition!” The sitters beamed. “So we’re supposed to sit?” “No!” the old man answered again. “That wasn’t the custom either!” “So what is the custom?” the delegation asked. “Well,” said the old man, “what’s happening now is that half of you stand, half of you sit, the standers yell ‘Stand up! Stand up!’, the sitters yell ‘Sit down! Sit down!’, and the prayer ends in a mess and a big fight!” His face lit up. “THAT is our custom!"