There was a New York Rabbi.. His son got a job transfer to Louisiana.
Two weeks later, the son called the father:
Son: Dad, I met a girl and we’re gonna get married.
Dad: Son, you know what they say about those Southern Belles. They can’t cook, they can’t clean house, don’t make love, and she’s gonna call you Jew Boy for the rest of your life.
Son: I don’t care. I love her and I’m going to marry her..
Two weeks later, the son called the father again,
Son: Dad, I married her!
Dad: What about all the things I warned you about?
Son : Dad, she cooks like a dream, she keeps the house spic-&-span and loves sex.
Dad: What about the last thing?
Son: We came to an understanding…………..
She doesn’t call me Jew Boy, and I don’t call her Schvartza.