Brutuskend
Lifer
Two Arabs are sitting in the Gaza strip chatting over a pint of goats milk. One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and they start reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son. He's a martyr."
"Here's my second son. He's a martyr too!"
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab wistfully says,
"They blow up so fast these days, don't they?"
"This is my oldest son. He's a martyr."
"Here's my second son. He's a martyr too!"
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab wistfully says,
"They blow up so fast these days, don't they?"
