Osama bin Laden was kicking around some rubble left
> > over from the latest bombing, and found a copper jug
> > with a wax plug. He pried it loose and out popped a
> > female genie; "How may I serve you, Master?" she
> > inquired.
> >
> > Osama was not impressed. "Don't need anything from
> > an (expurgated) female!" he said, churlishly.
> >
> > "But. Master, I MUST do SOMETHING for you, or I have
> > to go back into confinement! Please! Isn't there
> > anything I can get you?"
> >
> > All right!" snapped Osama churlishly, "Tomorrow
> > morning, I want to find three American Women in bed
> > with me, ready to do what they do best! Now, get lost!"
> >
> > "Your wish is my command!" said the genie (miffed),
> > and vanished.
> >
> > The next morning when Osama woke up, he had Lorena
> > Bobbit, Tonya Harding, and Hillary Clinton in bed
> > with him; his penis was gone, his leg was broken,
> > and he had no Medical Insurance, |
