Go Pumas, Go!
By Osama bin Laden, pwned by US Navy Seals, May 2011.
I am not liking this place. Let me tell you that from the beginning. Things are not quite as I believed that they would be in paradise. Not at all. For the first of all, things are very hot. I am sweating all of the time in my head-dress and I dare not remove it because the humidity has made my hair very, how do you say, poofy like? Only the Pumas, my beloved Pumas, are keeping me sane. But we will get to that later.
The impression that I was under was that there would be virgins waiting for me here. Only 72, which is not as many wives as I had in the last world, but still an impressive number none the less. I have yet to meet one of these ladies and I am waiting because my hair, that I have said before, is poofy like in the humidity and needs tending too.
Also, I have no fruit basket. I was expecting to be fed from the fruit basket by the 72 virgins while I lay on a cloud of pillows. This is not so. In fact my bed is not very comfortable at all. It is not made of pillows but of dirty nails, which is very unsanitary. I must speak with the manager of this place about the conditions of the rooms. I am told that he and I would get along very well by the other tenants. But there is also this snickering, which I do not understand. I must adjust to this sense of humor, because I am not understanding it at all.
Also, I cannot find myself anywhere on the television. My favorite past time has been to change channels on the satellite and find myself speaking somewhere, but I cannot find Al Jazeera or any of the other networks that might broadcast my message. In fact, I can’t even get CNN. My television does not even have basic cable. I am not liking this place at all.
In fact the only network I am able to see shows nothing but girl’s high school basketball. At first I was very upset at this, but in the way of not having any other entertainments, it has become my greatest refuge. I am enjoying very much the march that the Peterson Pumas are making into the playoffs.
I was very worried at the beginning of this season, as the team was not showing the kind of defensive efforts required to make a run deep into a tournament. However, all that has changed, thanks to Becky.
A Record For the Ages
By Wilt Chamberlain, entered the great pie in the sky, October 1999.
Hello ladies. It’s been a long time. Too long, you ask me. What you been up to girl? What? I been tryin’ to call you, I just been busy, you know. Well because I’m dead. You right baby, that ain’t no excuse for a man like me but I’m back now and I’m ready to give you that supernatural kinda loving I know you need. So just sit back, relax, and listen to Wilt wax all kinds of philosophical on you.