Dimmel Himmel, a nice Jewish boy from Berlin, goes to live in America to make his fortune, and ends up in L.A., California. After a few years, he comes back to Berlin to visit his old mother, Mrs. Hattie Himmel. He walks through the door in his stone-washed Levi jeans, alligator tennis shirt, and Reebok sneakers. “Oy, veh!” cries Mamma Himmel, “but where are your beautiful long whiskers?”
“Ah, Mamma!” replies Dimmel. “Nobody wears a beard in L.A.”
“Oy, my baby!” cries Hettie Himmel. “But tell me, you have at least been keeping the Sabbath?”
“Look, Mamma,” says Himmel. “Business is business! In America, people work on the Sabbath.”
“Ah, God!” cries Mamma Himmel. “But kosher food you still eat?”
“Listen, Mamma,” replies Himmel, “I am an American now. It is very difficult to keep kosher in America.”
The old lady looks at her son in shock. She hesitates for a moment and then goes up to him and whispers, “Dimmel, my son, tell me one thing — are you still circumcised?”