The hood is heating up. The Muslim Brotherhood, next door in Little Iran, are getting worked up. Their women, shrouded in burkas, have toiled in the sun and now have a distinct odor that drives the men wild with lust. It's time for rutting the burka bitches. I heard them grunting today, god knows what sort of sex acts they perform once they get the burka bitch undressed.
That's when I noticed the odor. Not an odor so much as a stink. Foul, heady stink of fish heads, piss and sweat. It drives the Jihad warriors into a fighting frenzy but first they must fuck and fuck they did.
At little Israel the grounds are quiet. They know better than to venture forth from their fortress while the Muslim Brotherhood are rutting. Jews know this instinctively and they don't fuck anyway, when they do it has to be on a moonless night. They need a moonless night because they blindfold themselves, strip and search out genitalia. Once they find something, a quick rut, and off they go to pray about it.
The Muslims aren't that picky. In fact, I noticed the chickens and cats keep a wary eye and don't ever go over when they smell burka bitches in stink. They know what may happen before they end up in the stew pot. Fucked. That's what, and than ate.
We have supplies in, hot dogs, beer, us queers of Gaza are holding out and Golden Boy has taken a sabbatical on men. He's decided to wait until the Muslim Brotherhood rut is finished. Might take a while, the heat wave is suppose to last four days and them burka bitches reek to high heaven.
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