In Germany during the nazi years, physical fitness made a big come back but with a nazi spin. The would have two guys toss the medicine ball back and forth and pretend that the other guy was a jew or they'd tell them to pretend the other boxer was a jew. They'd tell racers, 'imagine the guy beating you is a jew'. They'd tell jumpers 'imagine the next guy is a jew' and on it would go. They'd do this everywhere they trained, because talking smack is so fun.
So one day while selling sausages at the track where a load of krauts are training, my great grandfather overhears it and asks one of them 'if you are the master race and superior to everyone else, how come all these fucking jews are neck and neck for all these titles?'
And that's how he ended up in 'Quarantine'. Because that's what they called it back then.
In Germany during the nazi years, physical fitness made a big come back but with a nazi spin. The would have two guys toss the medicine ball back and forth and pretend that the other guy was a jew or they'd tell them to pretend the other boxer was a jew. They'd tell racers, 'imagine the guy beating you is a jew'. They'd tell jumpers 'imagine the next guy is a jew' and on it would go. They'd do this everywhere they trained, because talking smack is so fun.
So one day while selling sausages at the track where a load of krauts are training, my great grandfather overhears it and asks one of them 'if you are the master race and superior to everyone else, how come all these fucking jews are neck and neck for all these titles?'
And that's how he ended up in 'Quarantine'. Because that's what they called it back then.
In Germany at least it was a guy in a military uniform and a bunch of scary looking men bossing you around.
In Canada it's an effeminate man with a lisp
Don't hold back, tell us you really feel.