Saturday Humor

What it's like to be lfighting for the Taliban...

Hello Mullah,
Hello Fatah.
Here I am at,
Camp Osama.
Camp is very,
Entertaining,
And they say we'll have some fun in basic training.

I went bombing,
With Mohammet.
He blew up like,
Halley's comet.
No use going,
To the surgeons,
There were parts of him enough for sixty virgins.

All the Sunnis,
Hate the Saudis.
And the innies,
Hate the outies.
But there's one thing,
We agree on:
All the beds are really hard to get to sleep on.

Camp looks nothing,
Like the pictures,
That they showed us,
In the lectures.
And the food is
Pretty rotten.
Guess it looks like I've been lied to by bin Laden.

Take me home now,
Mullah, Fatah.
Take me home 'cuz,
I hate Osama.
Please don't leave me,
In Afghanistan,
Or you may find my ashes later in a trash can.

I hear airplanes.
They're approaching.
All our bases,
Are exploding!
There's no hiding
From a bomber.
Must close quick now 'cause I'm leaving Camp Osama.

Sixty maidens,
And they're virgin.
But a slightly,
Different version:
They all look like,
Janet Reno!
Mullah, Fatah, this is hell but how did we know?

(Shamelessly "borrowed" from Gordon Banks) :)

Who? ME?

Ancient? No way, man. I just turned 39 (for the second time). :o

Now, the guy who sent that to me is REALLY old. Like dirt old. He even races under the the name "TRAFLO" Racing. (Read it backwards.)

Sandler could pull this tune off. Maybe G should submit it to him.