Ok, I'll say this right out. I'm an old mother fucker. And a few years back I was in the middle east doing classified military operations during the Iran Contra affair.....it was lousy business, I'll tell you. It was so lousy I decided to go awol and do a little partying in the neighboring country of Afganistan, because I heard that they had some fine ass sexy bitches over there. Well anyway, I stole a camel from our bunker and headed out. It was a long journey, so when I pulled into an afgani whorehouse/bar, I was ready to get real funky. They served fermented goat's milk, and I'll tell you, they must have let it sit out in the sun for a while, cuz that shit was fuckin potent. Must have been like 180 proof or something, but I got real fucked up rrrreal quick. Then they said they were bringing out the entertainment, and the crowd of dumb afgani farmers started to get real excited. I figured I was about to be in for a good time cuz the place was just crazy. Rock on. I was anxious to see these fucking hottie arabians that I had heard so much about. But when the entertainment came out, I must say, I was dissapointed. It was these ugly hairy women all fully clothed and goats that had their asses shaved.I was perplexed, but the crowd went fuckin' lunatic....they bum rushed the stage and started fucking everything in sight. The goats were the first to get hit by the rush, and then the arabian hos. It was off the hook, slop flying everywhere. I really wasn't into the whole thing but as they say, "When in Rome,.." So I pulled off the garb of the nearest ugly arabian wench, and proceeded to deliver my American payload. She was moaning or something like that, and the goat next to us was baaing. Baa Baa. Baaaaa... Well, after I wrapped up, I smoked a cigarette and watched as that fucking goat took over where I left off. Needless to say, it was a PARTY! Mindboggling fun. But here's the point of the story, I got back to the states in 56' I think, and I get a fucking letter in the mail from that Arabian party slut saying that she's pregnant, and it's either mine or the goat's.....well, I was dumbfounded to say the least. She sent me a picture after a few years, and told me if I don't get back there and support my child she was gonna have a holy vengeance against me and my country or some bullshit like that. I soon found out that it was the goat that was in fact the father of the child, (an ugly mother fucker at that.) But she still kept in touch with me and continued to send pictures. About 45 years later, of course, the world trade centers get bombed by some Afgani guy, and when I see his face, I notice that it is the goat child of the arabian fuck slut. "Osama," was his name because it sounded similar to "Baaaaa" (which of course was all his Dad could say). Well, to tell you the truth, I took pity on Osama after the terrible things he had done, because I realized that if you had an ugly Arabian whore for a mother and a sweaty farm animal for a father, you would be fucking pissed off too. Thinkin and drinkin', Doctor_69
