WHACKING OFF
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it in the middle of a Jewish joke! I am the son in the Jewish joke–
only it ain't no joke!
Oh Doctor, who crippled us like this? Who
made us so morbid and weak? Why, why are they screaming still,
"Watch out! Don't do it!
Alex-no!"
and why, alone on my bed
in New York, why am I still hopelessly beating my meat? Doctor,
what is this sickness I have? Is this the Jewish suffering I used to
hear so much about? Is this what has come down to me of all that
filthy persecution? Oh, my timidity! my fear! my palpitations! my
sweats! Doctor, I can't stand anymore being frightened! Bless me
with manhood! Make me brave, make me strong! Enough being a
nice Jewish boy, publicly pleasing my parents while privately pulling
my putz! Enough!
