A tall lithe man in baggy oversized trousers shirt was running in a huge cave. Someone yelled “Osama, why are you running”? CIA says I am on the run. See I am running, he yelled back.
Some 20 people sat on gaudy colored mattresses and started munching from large bowls of dry almonds, pistachios and raisins. It was Osama’s birthday he was in a reminiscent mood.
I must be grateful to Saudi Royal family and oilmen of America for arranging my ouster from Saudi Arabia. I would have died only a playboy.
Thank you Rush Limbaugh and his ilk for keeping me alive whenever I start to loose luster.
Allah is great. He sent me Bush and Iraq war on a platter and my following has bloomed.
They trained me, supplied arms to me and than chose to fight us in Afghanistan. How great is that?
The west was destroying our values and culture and we needed to do something. I had to bait them and bleed them of the wealth.
Osama pointed to the scoreboard.
He whispers into the ear of Ayman Zuwaheri. He picks up his wireless phone and utters only one word. A newsbreak flash shows up on Al Jazeera and than CNN. All flights from London to USA are stopped for searching a bomb. The scoreboard starts humming furiously. In the next one hour more than 25 million dollars had been lost.
Stop gloating Osama, said Zuwaheri. We have open season only till next American Presidential election. No one is going to play into your hands like Bush and Cheney.
Osama farted and walked out.
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