Two Arabs are chatting. One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures.

"This is my oldest son. He's a martyr. Here's my second son. He's a martyr too."

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab wistfully says, "They blow up so fast, don't they?"

:lol: :lol:

but not near fast enough.

When ya screw with us they do :twisted: