When asked to comment upon this discovery, our beloved Momar had the following to say. "I blame the Jews. It is all a conspiracy. The moon, you know, it is not real. That light we see in the night sky, it is just the back side of the sun. It is the sun mooning us all. It is the sun bending over and slowing dropping trou and giving us the full moon. Month to month. The dogs and the wolves. They know this. That is why they are always howling, holwing, howling at the insult to us. Death to America."
Oh Momar, why can't I stay mad at you? But all this talk of full moons and dictators has me all in a tizzy. I can't help now but think of Momar in those Booty Pop Underpanties, and I like the image.(http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/beauty/fashion-that-makes-us-sad-booty-pop-panties-157721). If you're reading this, Momar, I'd be willing to put on a burka for you. And what happens beneath the burka stays beneath the burka. A burka built for two. Note to self: patent the idea for a burka built for two. It's like a muslim version of the fundies (http://fashionablygeek.com/underwear/fundies-underwear-for-two/). The jingle writes itself.
It won't be a stylish marriage.
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet beneath the sheet
Of a burka built for two.
Call me, Mo Mo, when you get tired of this whole rebellion thing. I can help you drown your sorrows.
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After First Procedure
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