Apparently jihadist are all gay. The tribe that lives the third house west in the alley, are hootin' it up. There's no music but they clap and sing jihadists songs. You know, "Allah, Allah, hey hey, ho ho." Only men. Well--young men. I guess they killed the women there. Some months back I heard one screaming for help and I called 911. The cops came as she kept screaming, "He's trying to kill me," and apparently he did. Killed all the women I suspect, and that's why the upbeat tune of the day, "Allah-Allah-hey-hey-ho-ho," is being sung.
Pick-up trucks and fast cars line the alley right now. It's a jihad revival and the D.J. is clapping and a singing the latest rap. "Allah-Allah-hey-hey-ho-ho. No more women to cook and sew. We'll have to pack the fudge and rip it up. Allah-Allah-hey-hey-ho-ho."
Gotta love them. And they clap together so well too. Not like white people at the park who can't clap in unison at all because they have no rhythm gene. No, these folks clap the beat. They sing the songs and they really like to touch each other. A lot.
I mean, when you killed all your women, who the fuck is left to touch? That's right, the brother on your left and right and the one in front because the one in back is touching you. "Alla-Alla-hey-hey-ho-ho. I get a tingling when we are a mingling. Alla-Alla-hey-hey-ho-ho.
Not my idea of a good party without the girls. In fact, I like girls. I like all of them, the ones in drag, the real ones and the ones that want to be a girl. What's a party without the girls?
I say set up surveillance and see if you can get some good porn shoots going...sort like what I have happening in all my books.
ReplyDeleteThen share. Heh-heh-heh.