Two Arabs are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar chatting over a pint of

fermented goat's milk.

One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and

they start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, he's a martyr."

"This is my second son. He is a martyr also."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab says wistfully,

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"

Two Arabs are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar chatting over a pint of

fermented goat's milk.

One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and

they start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, he's a martyr."

"This is my second son. He is a martyr also."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab says wistfully,

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"

not fast enough.

not fast enough.

The 2 of them sitting there should have been matyrs themselves so that all the small matyrs would not be created in the first place.

Never ask an Arab girl for a blow job

While we're being offensive...

Two Arab women were walking down a street, one turned to the other and said, "does this bomb under my burkha make me look fat"?

Never ask an Arab girl for a blow job

That one brought tears to my eyes....

Never ask an Arab girl for a blow job

That one brought tears to my eyes....

Can't see them under your Yashmak good Doctor