A young Jewish man calls his mother and says, "Mom, I'm bringing home a wonderful woman I want to marry. She's a Native American and her name is Shooting Star."
"How nice," says his mother.
"I have an Indian name too," he says. "It's Running Deer" and I want you to call me that from now on."
"How nice," says his mother.
"You should have an Indian name too, Mom."
"I already do," says the mother. "You can call me Sitting Shiva."
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