Two terrorist are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar chatting over a pint of fermented goat's milk.
One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and they start reminiscing. "This is my oldest son, he's a martyr." "You must be so proud" says the other. "This is my second son. He is a martyr also." "A fine looking young man", replies his friend. After a pause and a deep sigh, the second terrorist says wistfully, "They blow up so fast, don't they?" Best Wishes W
