It’s Friday, so… um…
Okay, it’s Saturday. Got a little drunk last night.
Anyway, you know it’s time for the wire services to post the non sequitur non-news story of Mahmoud Abbas praying at a mosque.
However, this week’s different… this week we’re going to start a new feature called:
So, from Mahmoud Abbas’ expressions, can you tell what Mahmoud Abbas is praying for?
Is it:
a) Is someone making microwave popcorn in the building? That stuff always smells so gooooooooood. Why do they have to pop it during prayers?
b) The guy next to him to stop shoving. I swear, if he keeps this up, I’m going to appoint him head of Force 17 in Gaza.
c) Rachel Corrie’s parents to hug and kiss him like they did to Yasser. Can’t they just understand that all he wants is a little love?
or
d) NONE OF THE ABOVE
Put your guesses in the comments.
Oh allah, have the stupid americans send me more bullets (guarded by stupid israelis) so i can have more hamas apostates slaughtered on your behalf.
i promise to use any left over on the sons of apes and pigs.
Oh Allah….forgive me for eating the Carnitas from Mi Casa Es Su Gaza last night and protect my panties from evil.
Oh mighty one, since I have been so diligent can I have 72 blonde, blue eyed virgins.
Please?
Allah, please help me get one of those cool hats everyone else is wearing, and don’t let Frank nuke the moon.
MM-fmm, snore.
Ooofff!!! I shouldnt have eaten the re-fried beans on a fallafel. Damm. Last time I pick lunch up at mohammad’s corner bistro and suicide vest boutique.