Light and hearty observations from a fat and ugly guy. Home of hackneyed drivel and ersatz-existentialist effluence. Choleric biliousness a specialty, since 1958.

Ramadan: wanking, no; suicide bombings, sure!

Why, it's Iran's Supreme Leader, Ayatollah Khameini, pictured here holding the dildo he's planning to use on himself, up his arse, after Ramadan. But that's the key, see: after Ramadan. Not during. According to his holy terrorist-ness, there's to be no self-abuse during Ramadan. None. Got that, shiite heads? Yiz can spill yiz jizz accidentally, as in during a dream, say--but if you plan out your onanistic adventure with advance lust-in-your-heart (not to mention the you-know-what in your hand), well then, you've got a one-way ticket on the camel express, Highway to Hades, Mohammed-style!

So keep your busy little fingers where we can see them, shlubbies.

Muslims are such a fun bunch.

posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 5:20 PM