80 virgins (I always thought
it was 76 – tough…)
lined up for
a ‘martyr’
who’d just killed 80 people
including the odd fun-da-mental-ist?
Read the small print, honey.
(And that goes for you too, guys,
if the guy was.. well, you know?)
Just askin’…
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