The bin Laden style of romance

It's touching and affectionate:

Osama bin Laden had decided to marry for the fifth time and had charged Rashad, one of his closest aides, with the important task of finding him the right woman.

The aide listened carefully as Bin Laden described to him his desired spouse: "She must be pious, dutiful, young [preferably aged 16-18], well mannered, from a decent family, but above all patient. She will have to endure my exceptional circumstances."

Luckily he knew just the right girl: Amal Ahmed al-Sadah, a 17-year-old daughter of a civil servant and a former student of his, was, according to Rashad, "the perfect match" for the al-Qaida leader, then 44.

that is so sweet!

eharemy.com?

laffin :D

1) She must-a be blind so she cannot see anything.
2) She must-a be deaf so she cannot hear anything.
3) She must-a be dumb so she cannot tell anything.
and
4) She must have-a really big tits.

bin Laden was Italian?

First pics of his burial at sea...

That looks like his "Adios" sandal

If only I can find where I posted that pic before. I think it was in one of the Bin Laden is DEAD or dead threads.

Bin Laden hideout had extensive porn stash, officials say

U.S. officials say a "fairly extensive" stash of pornography was recovered from the former al Qaeda leader's compound, Reuters first reported Friday.

The pornography "consists of modern, electronically recorded video," Reuters reported, citing current and former officials.

Link

hehehe

This guy nails it... again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzD-rnmeiH8&feature=player_embedded

The bin Laden style of romance - It's touching and affectionate...

So, you're saying he was a Catholic priest?

I don't care what he was.... I only care that he is now fish food and his body will rot in hell. Whatever that is.

TheMercenary;733821 wrote:

This guy nails it... again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzD-rnmeiH8&feature=player_embedded

That was great.

TheMercenary;733821 wrote:

This guy nails it... again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzD-rnmeiH8&feature=player_embedded

I don't necessarily agree with everything he said, but the delivery was fantastic

Was this an advance on the 72 virgins he was expecting in the afterlife?

...can the Pakistani army find their own ass in the dark with both hands?

This guy is frigging funny as hell.

I went to his website and read this bit which probably belongs in one of those other threads where DanaC and Lookout123 get all hot and heavy for each other, but that makes me sound jealous so I'll just post this with a link to his site:

The National Health Service is something we can be proud of in the UK. It was set up after the second world war to provide universal health care, free at the point of delivery, accessible to all according to need, not bank balance.

When this principle was watered down by the Thatcher government to allow the rich to jump to the front of the line, doctors quite naturally followed the money, and now it’s received wisdom that if you want to get treated quickly and cleanly you go private. In other words you take out additional health insurance as they do in America.

The last time I needed to consult a doctor I had a small wound on my temple about the size of a nail head that wouldn’t heal. I didn’t know where it had come from. I couldn’t remember injuring myself there. It was a mystery wound.

I decided the prudent thing would be to ignore it and hope it went away. But my wife had other ideas, and the next day I went to see the doctor.

She told me it was probably a blood vessel too close to the skin that needed cauterizing, and she set me up an appointment with a dermatologist – whose first name, according to his nameplate, was Dermot.

Dermot the dermatologist.

While he examined my head I felt the urge to make pointless conversation, as you do.
“Bit of a coincidence, that. You’re a dermatologist and your name is Dermot.”
“This may surprise you, but you’re not the first person to have pointed that out.”
“Can I call you Dermot?”
“You can call me what you like.”
“How about Shirley?”

He ignored this, and finished the examination.
“Well, Doc, what is it?”
“Let me put it like this, what’s your star sign?”
“Scorpio.”
“Close. Cancer.”

What?

“We can all have our little jokes, Mr Condell. Don’t worry, it won’t spread, but it is a form of skin cancer – what we call a rodent ulcer, or a basal cell carcinoma. It’s caused by excessive exposure to sun in earlier life. Have you ever spent a lot of time in the sun?”

I certainly had, back in the days when sunshine was good for you and we soaked up as much of it as we could get, little dreaming that one day it would be as dangerous as coffee, alcohol, food, water and air.

Anyway, I’ve seen all the medical dramas, so I was straight in with the pointed questions.
“So er… er… what are my options?”
“Well, you could simply leave it there to rot into your head, which might work as a conversation starter, or you could do what most people do and have it removed.”

Surgery.

Hardball.

“With a knife?”
“That’s right.”
“Couldn’t you do it with a laser, or a damp cloth or something?”
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing. Local anaesthetic. Chop chop, couple of stitches, ten minutes tops.”
“Chop chop?”
“Technical term. Do you have medical insurance?”
“Yeah, it’s called the National Health Service.”

He laughed like an executioner.
“That one always makes me chuckle. OK, I’ll add your name to the waiting list, but it’s likely to be a few months. However, if you’d care to have it done privately I could fit you in this week.”

Now we were getting down to business.

“How much?”
“Five hundred pounds.”
“Hold on. Ten minutes tops – five hundred pounds?”
“That’s for my time and the hire of the operating theatre. Anaesthetic would be extra. You’d want anaesthetic, I take it?”
“Why not? Let’s push the boat out.”
“That’ll be another thirty-five. Then you’ll have to have the stitches out, plus my initial consultation. To be honest, you’re looking at more like six-fifty all told. Also, I should warn you there will be some scarring, but I’ll do my best to make the scar fit in with the other lines on your head.”

“Thank you Dr Schweitzer, you’re a saint. Here’s my credit card.“

So a couple of days later I went in. Chop chop, couple of stitches, ten minutes tops. Ch-ching!!!

The following day a letter arrived from the NHS offering me an immediate appointment to have it done for nothing. I felt like slapping myself all around the room and then kicking myself all the way back again, but I couldn’t disturb the stitches, so I didn’t even have that pleasure.

That was great....

Yeah. But it's not everyone's experience.

My auntie Joan was diagnosed with skin cancer (a little sore that wouldn;t go away just on the side of her nose) and they had her in for the op within 6 days. On the NHS. Didn;t cost her a penny.

No...sorry...yes it did. It cost her £7.25 for her prescription for painkillers after the op.

My Friend Max (full name Maximillian Devereux - what a great name!) was diagnosed with skin cancer and was in for treatment the next day. It was inoperable and the treatments he received were unfortunately unsuccessful. Max died, but not for want of prompt treatment.

A family friend, Romy, was diagnosed last week with breast cancer. I believe she has already had her first appointment with the consultant oncologist to discuss treatment options.

Perhaps the reason he was told he might have to wait was that his particular cancer was less dangerous and the need for speed was less urgent. Had his cancer been of a more dangerous variety, or likely to spread fast he probably wouldn;t have been expected to wait.

“We can all have our little jokes, Mr Condell. Don’t worry, it won’t spread, but it is a form of skin cancer – what we call a rodent ulcer, or a basal cell carcinoma. It’s caused by excessive exposure to sun in earlier life. Have you ever spent a lot of time in the sun?”

Seems reasonable to me.

DanaC;734454 wrote:

Yeah. But it's not everyone's experience.

My auntie Joan was diagnosed with skin cancer (a little sore that wouldn;t go away just on the side of her nose) and they had her in for the op within 6 days. On the NHS. Didn;t cost her a penny.

No...sorry...yes it did. It cost her £7.25 for her prescription for painkillers after the op.

My Friend Max (full name Maximillian Devereux - what a great name!) was diagnosed with skin cancer and was in for treatment the next day. It was inoperable and the treatments he received were unfortunately unsuccessful. Max died, but not for want of prompt treatment.

A family friend, Romy, was diagnosed last week with breast cancer. I believe she has already had her first appointment with the consultant oncologist to discuss treatment options.

Perhaps the reason he was told he might have to wait was that his particular cancer was less dangerous and the need for speed was less urgent. Had his cancer been of a more dangerous variety, or likely to spread fast he probably wouldn;t have been expected to wait.




Seems reasonable to me.

The following day a letter arrived from the NHS offering me an immediate appointment to have it done for nothing. I felt like slapping myself all around the room and then kicking myself all the way back again, but I couldn’t disturb the stitches, so I didn’t even have that pleasure.

Yeah, I suspect Merc and Dana didn't get to the last paragraph.

The doctor seemed to be preying on people who were primed to think that NHS=long waiting lists.

Ha!

Nope didn't read it properly. In my defence I was also attempting to wade through two complicated and interelated planning documents for tonight's committee meeting at the same time...

DanaC;734594 wrote:

Ha!

Nope didn't read it properly. In my defence I was also attempting to wade through two complicated and interelated planning documents for tonight's committee meeting at the same time while being well and truly baked on some primo sticky icky icky...

ftfy