Oh, / Jingle bombs, jingle bombs, / I think I am screwed. Perhaps it would be much safer / As a convenient store night clerk. That was good.Īchmed the Dead Terrorist: My bombing days are done. It's magically delicious!Īchmed the Dead Terrorist: Okay, that's funny. I used to be a man, / But every time I cough, / Thanks to Uncle Sam, / My nuts keep falling off.Īchmed the Dead Terrorist: Stop looking, you perverts!Īchmed the Dead Terrorist: You can look, badonkadonk chick. The only thing that I have left / Is this towel upon my head. Where are all the virgins / That Bin Laden promised me? / Oh, / Jingle bombs, jingle bombs, / U.S. military.Īchmed the Dead Terrorist: Silence! I'm not finished!Īchmed the Dead Terrorist: And this is a sad song!Īchmed the Dead Terrorist: Oh, / Jingle bombs, jingle bombs, / Mine blew up, you see. That's when I got shot in the ass / By the U.S. I got through Checkpoint A, / But not through checkpoint B. Achmed the Dead Terrorist: Dashing through the sand, / With a bomb strapped to my back, / I have a nasty plan / For Christmas in Iraq.
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