Everyone seems to be wondering why Muslim terrorists are so quick to commit suicide. Let's see now. . . . . . .
No Jesus,
No Christmas.
No television,
No cheerleaders,
No baseball,
No football,
No hockey,
No golf,
No tailgate parties,
No Walmart,
No Home Depot,
No pork BBQ,
No hot dogs,
No burgers,
No chocolate chip cookies.
No lobster,
No shellfish, or even frozen fish sticks,
No gumbo,
No jambalaya.
No Beer.
Rags for clothes and towels for hats.
Constant wailing from the guy next-door because he's sick and there are no doctors.
Constant wailing from the guy in the tower.
More than one wife.
You can't shave.
Wives can't shave.
You can't shower to wash off the smell of cooked donkey over burning camel dung.
The women have to wear baggy dresses and veils at all times.
Your bride is picked by someone else. She smells just like your donkey.
But your donkey has a better disposition and is better looking.
Then they tell you that when you die it all gets better I mean, really, is there a mystery here?
No Jesus,
No Christmas.
No television,
No cheerleaders,
No baseball,
No football,
No hockey,
No golf,
No tailgate parties,
No Walmart,
No Home Depot,
No pork BBQ,
No hot dogs,
No burgers,
No chocolate chip cookies.
No lobster,
No shellfish, or even frozen fish sticks,
No gumbo,
No jambalaya.
No Beer.
Rags for clothes and towels for hats.
Constant wailing from the guy next-door because he's sick and there are no doctors.
Constant wailing from the guy in the tower.
More than one wife.
You can't shave.
Wives can't shave.
You can't shower to wash off the smell of cooked donkey over burning camel dung.
The women have to wear baggy dresses and veils at all times.
Your bride is picked by someone else. She smells just like your donkey.
But your donkey has a better disposition and is better looking.
Then they tell you that when you die it all gets better I mean, really, is there a mystery here?