Two terrorists are chatting. One of them opens his wallet and flips through pictures. “You see, this is my oldest. He’s a martyr. Here’s my second son. He’s a martyr, too.” The second terrorist says, gently, “Ah, they blow up so fast, don’t they?”
Two terrorists are chatting. One of them opens his wallet and flips through pictures. “You see, this is my oldest. He’s a martyr. Here’s my second son. He’s a martyr, too.” The second terrorist says, gently, “Ah, they blow up so fast, don’t they?”