The_Fireman
03-07-2005, 09:19 AM
Two Arabs are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar chatting
over a pint of fermented goat's milk. One pulls his
wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and
they start reminiscing.
- "This is my oldest son, Mohammed...he's a martyr."
"This is my second son, Hammed. He is a martyr also."
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab says
wistfully, "They blow up so fast, don't they?"
over a pint of fermented goat's milk. One pulls his
wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and
they start reminiscing.
- "This is my oldest son, Mohammed...he's a martyr."
"This is my second son, Hammed. He is a martyr also."
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab says
wistfully, "They blow up so fast, don't they?"