Fellas, fellas, fellas! If you are going to protest America, at least take off the American clothes you like so much. I see Ralph Lauren, Nike, and all sorts of English writing on your threads. Please do remember for the next protest! Death to the infidel always, but only flash the Polo or rock the Swoosh in your down-time. . .
Ideological consistency will get you credibility! How many of you ate at KFC or the Hardees you and your caveman buddies destroyed? If you were hitting the fifteen piece bucket (and I can tell a couple of you chubby chubbies were) last week and are burning it down this week, don’t get all weepy when you can’t smack-out your beloved Chicken Little sandwiches. Don’t complain about the same old shwarma you gotta eat from your boy Mohammed just because you looted the other food options. And sure as heck don’t whine if your area is suffering a local recession because businesses refuse to move back in after your little escapades. Yes (vigorous head nod.) You just lost your neighborhood valuable jobs. Yup, you!
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Second-to-last note for you Lebanese brothers: I hope you all are double-punching your arm pits. As in: deodorant and anti-persipratant. One, two. Remember raised arms, angry gestures, perhaps a hearty, spine-tingling shout of Death to America will cause you to sweat. Do consider getting a Brazilian wax over at Fatima’s this week. She will dip your whole furry body into a vat of moderately hot wax. No, it will not hurt. Not one bit. No sir.
One last point on pungency: you don’t want the Brospehs standing around you to gag on your noxious bodily emanations. Yes, your lovely mommy may call you husky and pinch your cheek, and say: my dear Ahmed sweats a lot, the sweet boy. But your buddies should not be punished because you are the grenade of your mother’s eye. And refuse to dab on the Secret.
Secret deodorant: Strong enough for a woman, worn secretly by jihadis (sometimes). . .