From Heironymus.
A devout Arab Mooslime entered a black cab in London. He curtly asked
the cabbie to turn off the radio because as decreed by his religious
teaching, he must not listen to music because in the time of the
prophet there was no music, especially Western music which is the music
of the infidel.
The cab driver politely switched off the radio, stopped the cab and
opened the door.
The Arab Mooslime asked him, “What are you doing?”
The cabbie answered, “In the time of the prophet there were no taxis,
so piss off and wait for a camel.”
Sure hope he pointed him to the East. . . and got him a BLT.
What would’ve they called The Flinstones if they were devout arab moonslimes? Sandniggers.
Color me with a big assed grin!