Scunner
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Two insurgents are sitting in a Bagdad 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."
"You must be so proud" says the other.
"This is my second son. He is a martyr also."
"A fine looking young man", replies his friend.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second insurgent says wistfully,
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
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."
"You must be so proud" says the other.
"This is my second son. He is a martyr also."
"A fine looking young man", replies his friend.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second insurgent says wistfully,
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
