Posts Tagged ‘Bombs’

Funny? or Sad?…

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

…you decide…

JeffFoxw.
This is straight forward country thinking – Jeff Foxworthy on Muslims:

1. You refine heroin for a living, but you have a moral objection to liquor.
You may be a Muslim

2. You own a $3,000 machine gun and $5,000 rocket launcher, but you can’t afford shoes.
You may be a Muslim

3. You have more wives than teeth.
You may be a Muslim

4. You wipe your butt with your bare hand, but consider bacon unclean.
You may be a Muslim

5. You think vests come in two styles: bullet-proof and suicide.
You may be a Muslim

6. You can’t think of anyone you haven’t declared Jihad against.
You may be a Muslim

7. You consider television dangerous, but routinely carry explosives in your underwear.
You may be a Muslim

8. You were amazed to discover that cell phones have uses other than setting off roadside bombs.
You may be a Muslim

9. You have nothing against women and think every man should own at least four.
You may be a Muslim

10. Your cousin is president of the United States .
You may be a Muslim

11. You find this offensive or racist and don’t forward it.
You may be a Muslim

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Thank God They Can Still Maintain Their Sense of Humor Over There!!!

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010
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Suicidal Muslims

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

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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 nudity of any kind
No car races
No football
No soccer
No pork BBQ
No hot dogs
No burgers
No chocolate chip cookies
No lobster
No nachos
No Beer nuts
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.
Your wives can’t shave.
You can’t shower to wash off the smell of donkey cooked over burning camel dung.
Your bride is picked by someone else.
She smells just like your donkey.
Then they tell you that when you die it all gets better!
I mean, really, is there any mystery here?

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