After playing in his garden for the morning, Saddam went to check the mail. "Oh!" he exclaimed, a new issues of BOMBED, my favorite cutting edge magazine for the modern despot.
"Just let me take off the plastic. Um, maybe tear at it... no how about my teeth? OK, that doesn't work, teeth and tear at the same time. Urgh. How about teeth, tear with hands and claw it with my toenails. Finally, I get BOMBED open. A snow shower of advertisements fall out of it. They gather around my feet like flat little Willard rats threatening to cover my body..."
Oh look, an article about how smart I was in getting nuclear bomb making technology from Germany not Poland as my stupid son Camel thought. What a maroon but then his mother had four humps.
Oh, what's this in the classified ads, "Will self-immolate for money, payable to my family of course." Hmmmm... that gives me idea.
"Just let me take off the plastic. Um, maybe tear at it... no how about my teeth? OK, that doesn't work, teeth and tear at the same time. Urgh. How about teeth, tear with hands and claw it with my toenails. Finally, I get BOMBED open. A snow shower of advertisements fall out of it. They gather around my feet like flat little Willard rats threatening to cover my body..."
Oh look, an article about how smart I was in getting nuclear bomb making technology from Germany not Poland as my stupid son Camel thought. What a maroon but then his mother had four humps.
Oh, what's this in the classified ads, "Will self-immolate for money, payable to my family of course." Hmmmm... that gives me idea.
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