BigWheelinBubba
03-26-2005, 08:46 AM
Two Arabs are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar while smoking hashish and chatting over a pint of fermented goat's milk.
The first Arab pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures, and they start reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, he's a martyr."
"Praise Allah! You must be so very proud," says the other.
"Yes, and this is my second son. He's a martyr also."
"A fine looking young man... praise be to Mohammed!" replies his friend.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab says wistfully, "They blow up so fast, don't they?
The first Arab pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures, and they start reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, he's a martyr."
"Praise Allah! You must be so very proud," says the other.
"Yes, and this is my second son. He's a martyr also."
"A fine looking young man... praise be to Mohammed!" replies his friend.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab says wistfully, "They blow up so fast, don't they?