I don't know if it's because half of my best friends are Jewish, but every single time I see the cover of Bill Clinton's autobiography I imagine him shrugging his shoulders and delivering the title in a north London accent. For example:
“My life! The girl has this einredenish that I loved her! And that platke-macher friend of hers? Oy!
Now, if you are correctly predisposed, you'll suffer from it too. Sharing these internal strangenesses is one of the great joys of 'Blogging.