Precisely. I can’t blame them a bit. They probably got some time to look at Cape Cod, Massachusetts’ idyllic seashore all looking like a God blessed Pepperidge Farm commercial with cranberry bogs and hot chicks strolling the beach with their goodies all hanging out and said he’ll no to going back to that Islamic hellhole.
That’d be the last you saw of my Afghan ass. I’d be dealing blackjack at an Indian casino in South Dakota under my new name ‘Trevor Three Eagles’ within five months, crossing the USA in freight cars like Boxcar Willie if I had to. I’m not Afghan, Im Mexican. No comprende, senor.
LOL! Trevor Three Eagles.