My wife and I drove by an “Islamic Center” of some sort a while back. She asked “What do they do in there?” I said “Plot.” We both had a good laugh.
can’t disagree with that
even if I am laughing sardonically
it is the “religion of pieces” after all
A.A.C.
Deep down, I’d like to see “STINKY IMANEEDASTRAITJACKET” Proclaim himself the 12th IMAM, and do a JIM JONES ON the whole bunch of them.
It was the cosmetology department working on a new hair dye. Sadly the agricultural enrichment department was adjacent.
Like the Reeses Peanut Butter cup commercial, one ‘student’ was heard to exclaim, ‘You got your fertilizer in my peroxide, Achmed.’
‘No,’ came the reply, ‘You got your peroxide in my fertilizer, Hamid, and may the fleas of thousand camels infest your armpits.’
Upon realization of what happened the students ran outside, narrowly missing the impact of the blast. ‘Inshallah,’ they shrugged.