chiaThePet
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October 26, 2039 A camel passes wind in an upscale Baghdad market, startling vendor Abdul Pelosi. Abdul trips on the embroidered edge of his Baby Phat robe, spiraling into the display of *Goat Head On A Stick* (Make it a meal for 1111.1 Dinars more) creating an unholy chain reaction of tumbling hookahs, wooden dildos, masgoof, pacha and turshi. Coming to an explosive dust filled finale on the steps of the Seventy Seven Virgin's *Camel Toe Tights*. The virgins flood into the street, flailing their arms wildly into the hot desert air. Shrieks of tongue spinning melodies render native fowl defenseless and senseless. Billowing burkas of fancy blue with mesmerizing eye mesh, festooned with their favorite NFL team in bold and forbidding letters flood the sandy streets as if scorpions in heaving molten heat. "The Booshh......we curse the Booshh......all evil which befalls us is of the Booshhhhhhhhh! The sun does not shine......it is the Booshh......the wind does not blow......it is the Booshh! Our daughters hymens disappear in the mystery of the darkness......it is the Booshh! We slap our cheeks until bloody, beat our breasts until bruised......it is, ok, we just like that! We now bring you a short intermission sponsored by the Wikipediacks and the Googlelites. "Have a link, have a link, have a link today." "Have a link, have a link, have a link today." "Have a link, have a link, have a link today." "Have a link." "Have a link today." "There........is........nothing like a link!" "Have a link!" "Have a link todaaaaaaay!" The Surgeon General warns that links may be hazardous to your health. We now join President Obama's press conference on the Iraq crisis already in progress. "Helen Thomas please." "Helen." "Helen." "Here, hold this mirror under her nostrils." "Yes President Obama, what can you tell us Malia, how will you respond to this cataclysm. "Well, as you know, we inherited this crisis, had it thrust upon us, poured on our heads in our sleep. We blame the Booshh of course. All which befalls the earth from sunup to sundown is of the Booshh. From this day forward no man's name shall be burdened of responsibility aside from the Booshh. I once heard a profound message from a very wise man. "You can put lipstick on a Booshh, and it will still be responsible for the fall of all mankind." This truth will remain until the end of days. Goodnight, and have a pleasant tomorrow. Somebody nudge Helen please. chia* (the pet)
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