Osama bin Laden - My Fake Diary

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

Dear Diary,

The legless sheik, I've forgotten his name because of all of us calling him "the legless sheik"......is beginning to look like a turtle.

It may be from eating all those roasted lizards but he's gotten such a belly and the way he moves around real slow with his hands, all he needs is a shell.

Perhaps the U.S. Air Force will provide him with one. Hahahhaahahaha

I gotta go tell some of the guys that one.

(Later) I was gone a long time but everyone was cheered up by my story.

Then someone else told a story about a shell landing and not exploding and this poor goat's curiosity got the better of him and KA-BLOOIE! and it happened that the guy who told the story was eating and his mother in law knocked a tooth out with a spoon from the jar from the bomb and hee hee...she then saw this goat's head fly through the window and it lands in his father in law's soup!

Ahahahaha!

And he tells his wife...wait a minute...he tells his wife that the goat soup was certainly fresh today.

HA HA HA HA HA!

That led to more bombing stories, each more funny than the last.

I need to stop here and laugh some more. I hear them out there laughing still. I'm going back over because I must be missing some good ones.

Binny