Two terrorists fathers are chatting in a home in the West Bank.
One of them has his wallet out and is flipping through pictures. "Yeah, this is my oldest. He's a martyr. Here's my second son. He's a martyr, too."
The second terrorist says, wistfully, "Ah, they blow up so fast, don't they?"
One of them has his wallet out and is flipping through pictures. "Yeah, this is my oldest. He's a martyr. Here's my second son. He's a martyr, too."
The second terrorist says, wistfully, "Ah, they blow up so fast, don't they?"
