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Grown my beard long enough, time, now, to announce to the world, the demands of the new Caliph: First a rider on raiment - of black be your fashion. Then, in the name of the Lord the most merciful, We demand razors! Yeah we need more of them - for shaving our underarms and other sacred duties outlined below. We demand brides! We can knock at your censured doors at night: for faithful brides and infidel ****** for pleasure. In the name of the Lord, most merciful, Madam, may I ask, is your modesty circumcised? In the name of the Lord, most merciful, Can we have more watches please? But mannequins, they must be covered. And when we huddle the infidels in trenches or behead your sons please, we do so in but peace!
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Watches for the Caliph
Grown my beard long enough, time, now, to announce to the world, the demands of the new Caliph: First a rider on raiment - of black be your fashion. Then, in the name of the Lord the most merciful, We demand razors! Yeah we need more of them - for shaving our underarms and other sacred duties outlined below. We demand brides! We can knock at your censured doors at night: for faithful brides and infidel ****** for pleasure. In the name of the Lord, most merciful, Madam, may I ask, is your modesty circumcised? In the name of the Lord, most merciful, Can we have more watches please? But mannequins, they must be covered. And when we huddle the infidels in trenches or behead your sons please, we do so in but peace!
Not to denigrate any religion, but a take on extremists who hijack holy books to satisfy their own lusts for blood and otherwise.
#peace#razor#watch#trench#caliph
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
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