While bending over to pray (Death To America) one day, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad felt a strange sensation.
Mullah Shlomo stroked his paw and whispered in his ear: “Meet me in the hole” (the little jihadis’ room).
“Yes sir, I’m almost finished with my prayers… Death To America, and curse Kobe Bryant and the NBA. MVP my hairy ass,” he said.
In a darkened corner near the pit, for the first time in his life, he found his joy. He had always admired the Mullahs stylish robes and fuzzy cheeks. But when he lifted his robe and placed his little Ayatollah on his back side, they both screamed Allahu Akhbar! (more…)
