Mother of all Jihadist Jokes
Two Middle East mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat’s milk.
The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.
This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been 24 years old now.’’
Yes, I remember him as a baby’’ says the other mother cheerfully.
He’s a martyr now though” the mother confides.
Oh, so sad dear’’ says the other.
And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been 21.’’
Oh, I remember him,’’ says the other happily,
he had such curly hair when he was born.’’
He’s a martyr too’’ says the mother quietly.
Oh, gracious me . . . ‘’ says the other.
And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed.
He would have been 18’’, she whispers.
“Yes” says the friend enthusiastically, ‘’I remember when he first started school’’
He’s a martyr also,’’ says the mother, with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says . . .
“They blow up so fast, don’t they?”
A man was telling his buddy, “You won’t believe what happened last night... My daughter walked into the living room and said, “Dad, cancel my allowance immediately, forget my college tuition loan, rent my room out, throw all my clothes out the window; take my TV, and my laptop.
Please take all of my jewelry to the Salvation Army or Cash Converters. Then, sell my car, take my front door key away from me and throw me out of the house. Then, disown me and never talk to me again, and don’t forget to write me out of your will and leave my share to any charity you choose. “
“Holy Smokes,” replied the friend, “she actually said that?”
“Well, she didn’t put it quite like that, she actually said...
“Dad, meet my new boyfriend - Mohammed. We’re going to work together on Hillary’s election campaign.”