Defenceless Rocks
Whoever it is is not exactly playing by the Queensberry rules. On the ground, as bullets fly around them, jihadists call to each other from behind their defenceless rocks.
Khalid, you okay, old boy!
The rocks reply:
Nothing doing, old boy! I am being pinged to death!
It would hurt much less if they could picture themselves in some kind of play station of sporting Gods v wanton boys. Indeedy, if only the situation could all be defused with such quick and easy humour!
Pinned down behind one of these defenceless rock creatures, and squeezed against Butch’s wide frame, Thierry feels very much as if caught between said rock and hard place.
Khalid, you okay, old boy!
The rocks reply:
Nothing doing, old boy! I am being pinged to death!
It would hurt much less if they could picture themselves in some kind of play station of sporting Gods v wanton boys. Indeedy, if only the situation could all be defused with such quick and easy humour!
Pinned down behind one of these defenceless rock creatures, and squeezed against Butch’s wide frame, Thierry feels very much as if caught between said rock and hard place.
posted by sp at 12:32 pm
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