A long time ago, in a desert far, far away, there was a pimply-faced, twelve-year-old, 98-pound-wussy who couldn't get dates. Since he wouldn't man-up to the fact that women rejected his utter loser-ness, in a tantrum of infantile rage, he wrote the Koran.
The rest is History...
A long time ago, in a desert far, far away, there was a pimply-faced, twelve-year-old, 98-pound-wussy who couldn't get dates. Since he wouldn't man-up to the fact that women rejected his utter loser-ness, in a tantrum of infantile rage, he wrote the Koran. More accurately, there was a poor camel driver who got picked up as a wealthy widow's boy toy. Having to sleep with a woman old enough to be his mother for 20 years unhinged him enough that he became a psychopathic desert bandit.