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Well yesterday went by pretty quickly. Like quite a few other interested parties I headed off down to the Synagogue to listen to Rabbi Goldberg read out Liebeman's prepared statement, and to see if I could get some more detail as to what he had been doing.
Well the statement was pretty bland, all the old bullshit about how sorry he was, and how he hoped we'd forgive him, blah blah blah. Does he really think we're going to forget it all so quickly?
However what was far more interesting was some of the lurid details, and I even managed to get a peek at some of the images in question. Apparently Liebeman had been using his Mossad taught lock breaking skills to sneak into various bagel bakeries around town on Saturdays when they were closed, knock up a batch of Bagels and he then filmed himself having sex with them. What sort of sick bastard does that? Even worse, it's believed he then finished them, put them into a paper bag, and sold them on the black market at our synagogue. Always wondered why the Salt Beef Bagels seemed particularly salty, now I have an idea, and it's not very appealing.
As for those images of Yasar Arafat, I won't even go there, but at least now I know what he used to keep under that towel he always wore on his head.
Anyway after all of these details I'm sort of off Bagels at the moment, and I'll be doing my bread buying at Percy Ingles or Tesco's for a little while.
As for Liebeman, well his house is empty as he has done a runner and I think that's probably for the best. He'll probably resurface again somewhere just like the last geezer I know who tried to avoid the consequences of his action, of course that is my famous Engelbert Humperdinck story which I will tell you another time.
Shalom