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The mother of all radical Muslim jokes....
Feb 6, 2015 05:13:49   #
slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been twenty-four years old now. He's a martyr, though," the mother confided.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been twenty-one. He's a martyr too," she said.

"And here is my third son, my baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been eighteen," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend. "I remember when he first started school. A darling child."

"He's a martyr also," says the mother, now with tears in her eyes. "Allah be praised."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second radical Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"

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Feb 6, 2015 05:28:23   #
rumitoid
 
slatten49 wrote:
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been twenty-four years old now. He's a martyr, though," the mother confided.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been twenty-one. He's a martyr too," she said.

"And here is my third son, my baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been eighteen," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend. "I remember when he first started school. A darling child."

"He's a martyr also," says the mother, now with tears in her eyes. "Allah be praised."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second radical Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe c... (show quote)


Bad taste and totally hilarious. Laughed out loud.

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Feb 6, 2015 05:48:21   #
MajorAhrens Loc: Myrtle Beach
 
slatten49 wrote:
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been twenty-four years old now. He's a martyr, though," the mother confided.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been twenty-one. He's a martyr too," she said.

"And here is my third son, my baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been eighteen," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend. "I remember when he first started school. A darling child."

"He's a martyr also," says the mother, now with tears in her eyes. "Allah be praised."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second radical Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe c... (show quote)


That was funny! I've got to tell my buddies at the VFW that one, thanks for the morning smile.

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Feb 6, 2015 05:55:19   #
larrypuckett1939
 
WHOOOOOAAAAA!!!!
YOU'RE RIGHT, THAT IS THE MOTHER OF ALL OF THEM.
TOO BAD THEY CAN'T DO IT ALONE.
true patriot



slatten49 wrote:
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been twenty-four years old now. He's a martyr, though," the mother confided.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been twenty-one. He's a martyr too," she said.

"And here is my third son, my baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been eighteen," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend. "I remember when he first started school. A darling child."

"He's a martyr also," says the mother, now with tears in her eyes. "Allah be praised."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second radical Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe c... (show quote)

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Feb 6, 2015 06:39:00   #
lpnmajor Loc: Arkansas
 
slatten49 wrote:
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been twenty-four years old now. He's a martyr, though," the mother confided.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been twenty-one. He's a martyr too," she said.

"And here is my third son, my baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been eighteen," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend. "I remember when he first started school. A darling child."

"He's a martyr also," says the mother, now with tears in her eyes. "Allah be praised."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second radical Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe c... (show quote)


Yes, the youth of Islam fly high, fast and 30 yards in all directions. How many times have we heard a youngster say "If I don't get out of here I'll explode!", well, those boys over there mean it.

With all the daily "offerings" provided to Allah, I bet he's getting rather annoyed by now. I can imagine him saying " what do they expect me to do with this mess? I can't tell who's who, they all look the same to me!". I suppose he could tell them to stop, but with all those virgins running around - well - I guess he's rather distracted.

Prom must be interesting over there, instead of debutantes coming out, they have detonates - and they come out full force in an expanding shock wave. At any rate, I suppose we need to keep a watch out for masked men speaking French - and hit the deck if we see one. :shock:

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Feb 6, 2015 06:41:10   #
slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
lpnmajor wrote:
Yes, the youth of Islam fly high, fast and 30 yards in all directions. How many times have we heard a youngster say "If I don't get out of here I'll explode!", well, those boys over there mean it.

With all the daily "offerings" provided to Allah, I bet he's getting rather annoyed by now. I can imagine him saying " what do they expect me to do with this mess? I can't tell who's who, they all look the same to me!". I suppose he could tell them to stop, but with all those virgins running around - well - I guess he's rather distracted.

Prom must be interesting over there, instead of debutantes coming out, they have detonates - and they come out full force in an expanding shock wave. At any rate, I suppose we need to keep a watch out for masked men speaking French - and hit the deck if we see one. :shock:
Yes, the youth of Islam fly high, fast and 30 yard... (show quote)


"Detonates"..... :lol: :thumbup: :lol:

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Feb 6, 2015 07:33:09   #
BearK Loc: TN
 
lpnmajor wrote:
Yes, the youth of Islam fly high, fast and 30 yards in all directions. How many times have we heard a youngster say "If I don't get out of here I'll explode!", well, those boys over there mean it.

With all the daily "offerings" provided to Allah, I bet he's getting rather annoyed by now. I can imagine him saying " what do they expect me to do with this mess? I can't tell who's who, they all look the same to me!". I suppose he could tell them to stop, but with all those virgins running around - well - I guess he's rather distracted.

Prom must be interesting over there, instead of debutantes coming out, they have detonates - and they come out full force in an expanding shock wave. At any rate, I suppose we need to keep a watch out for masked men speaking French - and hit the deck if we see one. :shock:
Yes, the youth of Islam fly high, fast and 30 yard... (show quote)



Ipnmajor - the trouble is, here they will be speaking English, particularly at the rate O'crappo is importing them.

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Feb 6, 2015 08:32:12   #
mongo Loc: TEXAS
 
slatten49 wrote:
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been twenty-four years old now. He's a martyr, though," the mother confided.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been twenty-one. He's a martyr too," she said.

"And here is my third son, my baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been eighteen," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend. "I remember when he first started school. A darling child."

"He's a martyr also," says the mother, now with tears in her eyes. "Allah be praised."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second radical Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe c... (show quote)




:lol: :lol: :lol:

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Feb 6, 2015 08:48:17   #
4430 Loc: Little Egypt ** Southern Illinory
 
slatten49 wrote:
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been twenty-four years old now. He's a martyr, though," the mother confided.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been twenty-one. He's a martyr too," she said.

"And here is my third son, my baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been eighteen," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend. "I remember when he first started school. A darling child."

"He's a martyr also," says the mother, now with tears in her eyes. "Allah be praised."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second radical Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe c... (show quote)



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Feb 6, 2015 09:13:11   #
no propaganda please Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun
 
slatten49 wrote:
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been twenty-four years old now. He's a martyr, though," the mother confided.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been twenty-one. He's a martyr too," she said.

"And here is my third son, my baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been eighteen," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend. "I remember when he first started school. A darling child."

"He's a martyr also," says the mother, now with tears in her eyes. "Allah be praised."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second radical Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe c... (show quote)




Great joke, thanks. Already sent it on.

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Feb 7, 2015 23:58:36   #
Al-ien
 
slatten49 wrote:
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been twenty-four years old now. He's a martyr, though," the mother confided.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been twenty-one. He's a martyr too," she said.



"And here is my third son, my baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been eighteen," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend. "I remember when he first started school. A darling child."



"He's a martyr also," says the mother, now with tears in her eyes. "Allah be praised."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second radical Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in a cafe c... (show quote)




Good one. Already on the way to my old folk friend's. Thank's :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup: :lol: :lol: :lol:

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Feb 8, 2015 00:00:47   #
Al-ien
 
rumitoid wrote:
Bad taste and totally hilarious. Laughed out loud.




It's bad taste for you to laugh about your friend's Rumi.

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