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December 18th, 2001, 06:12 AM
#1
Inactive Member
about the 85 year old lady who was told she was not allowed to board a plane because she had knitting needles in her bag???
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December 18th, 2001, 06:12 AM
#2
Inactive Member
they were afraid she was going to knit an afghan....
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December 18th, 2001, 07:00 AM
#3
Inactive Member
LMFAO
You bad Sniffs 
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I am my own master but not always master of myself.
Crazy Kerala's Place
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December 18th, 2001, 12:48 PM
#4
HB Forum Owner
*LOL*
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HEH HEH
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December 18th, 2001, 07:38 PM
#5
HB Forum Owner
*throws stuff at sniffs..*L*
Twas the night before Ramadan,
and all through the cave
Not a creature was stirring;
it felt like a grave.
The turbans were hung by the firepit with care,
In hopes that the Air Force would not soon be there.
The soldiers were restless without any beds,
While visions of air strikes flashed in their heads.
Osama in his burkha and I in my goatskin cap,
Had just settled down for a cold, barren winter's nap,
When out on the ledge there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed my Kalashnikov to see what was the matter.
Away from the racket I ran like a girl,
Tripped over a goat; into a ball I did curl.
The moon shone down on the new-fallen snow
And lit up the valley with an ominous glow,
When, what to my one good eye should appear,
But a dozen Apaches, and tanks in the rear,
And their leader, so fearless, his troops he did push,
I knew in an instant it must be George Bush.
More rapid than eagles his forces they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called out our names;
"Now Omar! Osama! Muhammad! Abdul!
We come for you now; we've taken Kabul!
To the top of the cliffs! To the back of their caves!
When you chose this war, you dug your own graves!"
Watch the sand blow away before the choppers fly,
When they meet an obstacle, they light up the sky,
So up to the ledge his forces they flew
With full magazines, and flamethrowers too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a thud
The explosions of Tomahawks; not one was a dud.
As I chambered my rifle, and was turning around,
Osama was there, disguised in a gown.
He was dressed all in drag, from his head to his toes,
And he said he would flee while I held off his foes;
A bundle of money he had stuffed in his pack,
He said "I'm going to Baghdad and I'm not looking back!"
His eyes were all glassy; he trembled with fear;
The American bombs, they rang in his ears.
He saddled his goat, then turned tail and fled,
But a Marine Corps sniper got him in the head.
I watched with cold fear as his body did slump;
The goat threw him off; he fell with a thump.
And so, there I stood, my plans all destroyed,
About to suffer a fate I could not avoid;
I dropped to my knees; asked Allah for help,
His voice boomed in my ears, "You ignorant whelp!
I gave you the Bible, the Torah and Koran,
But you were too arrogant to understand,
I told you to honor your neighbors and wives;
Not to enslave them, or degrade their lives!
You invoke My name to sanction your deeds,
But you are the last thing that this world needs.
And so, I'll send you and bin Laden to Hell."
The last words I heard, as the bombs fell,
Were from George Bush himself as he mounted the wall,
"One nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all!"
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December 18th, 2001, 11:31 PM
#6
HB Forum Owner
I got arrested on my last flight....All I did was stand up and wave to a freind and yell "HI Jack!!" *sighs*
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If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let'em go, because, man, they're gone.
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December 18th, 2001, 11:35 PM
#7
HB Forum Owner
The natives have been getting in trouble alot lately... when the government asks them what they are up to the answer is
"No Salmon, been loggin"
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If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let'em go, because, man, they're gone.
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December 19th, 2001, 02:38 AM
#8
Inactive Member
did you hear about the new "osama bin latte" that starbucks is serving?
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December 19th, 2001, 02:40 AM
#9
Inactive Member
it's got 3 generous shots of brandy and a double dose of ex-lax in it.... you drink it, get bombed, then run like hell
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December 21st, 2001, 05:48 AM
#10
HB Forum Owner
omg!!!! *slaps forehead
Myra! i didnt get the 2nd 1 of yours???
sorry i put the poem there...
i dint know where else to put it....k
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