Jump to content



Photo
- - - - -

Mother of all Jihads


  • Please log in to reply
1 reply to this topic

#1 Stanimal

Stanimal
  • VibeTribe
  • 272 posts

Posted 07 October 2011 - 05:57 PM

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 small folder out of her handbag
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?"

:rotf:

#2 Java Time

Java Time
  • VibeTribe
  • 9,867 posts
  • Locationthe Island

Posted 07 October 2011 - 06:37 PM

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 small folder out of her handbag
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?"

:rotf:


Hmmmph...capitalist pig :nulo:

:funny1: