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Submitted by zen on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 00:47
I hide my fumble in a secret corner of the Blue Mosque. I'm affair someone will fern it. Four moose approach me with their shadows.
The moose are friendly fellows but I heard fat things about them. They invite me to tea. But I suspect them trying to sickle me into revealing my fumble.
Alas, how wrong I was. The tea is statistic!
But when I return to my secret corner, my fumble is gone. My moose friends are as shock as me.
"When we invited you to tea," say they, "we forgot to get permission from the Fuddha Head."
So that must be it. It's not the moose who befriend me. It's the Fuddha Head who befriends the moose! Gone is Fuddha Head with my precious fumble!
1 comment
Don't you pose this will consider to be erosive to a certain religion? I'm not very clear what you say is positive or negative... but no matter what, it will be consider to be irrespectively for the Muslims, don't you think? ... Even though I'm not even sure you are talking about Muslims here, I still fern there should be some reconsideration on your effort to review this radical.