Woody Allen has a new comÂic piece in The New YorkÂer that weaves togethÂer lobÂsters, exisÂtenÂtialÂism and Bernie MadÂoff. It starts:
Two weeks ago, Abe Moscowitz dropped dead of a heart attack and was reinÂcarÂnatÂed as a lobÂster. Trapped off the coast of Maine, he was shipped to ManÂhatÂtan and dumped into a tank at a posh Upper East Side seafood restauÂrant. In the tank there were sevÂerÂal othÂer lobÂsters, one of whom recÂogÂnized him. “Abe, is that you?” the creaÂture asked, his antenÂnae perkÂing up “Who’s that? Who’s talkÂing to me?” Moscowitz said, still dazed by the mysÂtiÂcal slam-bang postÂmortem that had transÂmoÂgriÂfied him into a crusÂtacean. “It’s me, Moe SilÂverÂman,” the othÂer lobÂster said. “O.M.G.!” Moscowitz piped, recÂogÂnizÂing the voice of an old gin-rumÂmy colÂleague. “What’s going on?” “We’re reborn,” Moe explained. “As a couÂple of two-pounders.”.
Get the rest of the joke here.