A mini-drama
Jasmine: We need to talk, Osama.
Osama: Oh? What is it, my rose?
Jasmine: You never take me out any more. It's all 'jihad' this and 'infidel' that.
Osama: Are you serious? You know that I have to bring down Allah's wrathful vengence on the infidel.
Jasmine: But it's Valentine's Day! Haven't you been listening to me?
Osama: Look - I've bought you a present!
Jasmine: Oh - an embroidered waistcoat ... with four blocks of semtex and some wires attached. How thoughtful of you.
Osama: I thought you could go down the market and get us some dates. Dial this number on your mobile when you get there.
Jasmine: Are you sure you're not trying to get rid of me? Are you still angry about me wanting to have children? Don't you want some sexy love?
Osama: I have to polish my Kalashnikov. You go to the market.
Jasmine: Oh, let me play with little Osama. It's ages since I've seen him.
Osama: In the name of Allah, will you just put this on and go shopping!
Jamsine: I've bought you a present, too.
Osama: Really? What is it?
Jasmine: Here it is.
Osama: A set of six hand-grenades! Honey, you know me so well! Thank you!
Jasmine: The man in the shop said they're the best: fragmentation, with a 20-metre destruction zone.
Osama: My love! Now - put this waistcoat on and go to the market.
Jasmine: No, let me polish your gun with you...
Osama: Er, OK.. I'll hold it and you look down the barrel and see if there's an obstruction.
Jasmine: It looks clean enough to me.
Osama: Wait a moment..
Jasmine: What are you doing? Is it safe?
Osama: I'm just , er, counting the bullets. Keep looking...
Jasmine: What is this number you wanted me to call. I don't recognise it. Is it another girl?
Osama: It's no-one - my Uncle Ahmed.
Jasmine: Let's call him now then...
Osama: NOOOOOOOOO!!

Ka-boom.
(frankspencer, Tue 24 Apr 2007, 16:32, Reply)