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GARLIC NOT GOOD AT MOSQUE!
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They cannot have toilets in mosques?
I’m unsure about the mosque thing, but i’m definitely with Pearl.
She drew that valentine for her Christian friend who told her she was going to hell because she’s not Christian.
Last Friday, as soon as I got to Palmer’s Bar here in Mineapolis, I had to take a crap, which happens all the time. Palmer’s toilet is an atrocity against asses, and of course, since it was a slight emergency, I put the seat down and sat down wothout looking, and got someone else’s piss, probably infected with Hep C, all over my ass. It occurred to me that maybe the mosque next door might have a toilet I could use, since it seems like my body, rebelling against my entering Palmer’s, always want to force me to sit on that foul seat. But now I learn that mosques can’t have toilets. Also, Friday, isn’t that the Muslim holy day? Maybe a drunk entering a mosque to take a noisy shit on the day of worship would be considered offensive. Not to mention that I eat a lot of god-damned garlic.
This story explains why they didn’t need porto potties at the demonstrations in Egypt. Those camel riders can hold it, like a camel.
Let’s not forget the natural “antibiotic” properties of garlic… via Allicin.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allicin
Tony… sure seems like something a HEALER like you would want to keep in his tool kit.
In Berlin I saw a Turk on the subway peeling garlic cloves and eating them, like an orange. He was old but very robust.
In Berlin I saw a Turk
He was old but quite robust
In Innisfree I chanced a smirk
The locals there were all non-plussed
But not the garlic munching Turk
Whose gut was cast from iron
A Bashi-bazouk who’s gone berserk
In a minaret so very fine.
I love garlic, okay? I have no doubt that consuming garlic in my wife’s home cooking nearly everyday, is why I’m not a cold and flu sufferer… nor are our children. Coincidence? Maybe. Anyway… I had a garlic and Italian Sausage pizza from Barones in Studio City once… and the next day I literally suffered a garlic hangover! My armpits reeked – even AFTER I showered and used deodorant. My breath knocked over traffic cops from across the intersection. I had the virile of a young sailor. I took shit from no one on this day. I drank like a mad man that night and performed incredible sexual acts on my wife. She didn’t know what hit her. It was the garlic.
Woof! I eat clove now. huminahuminahumina!
Ironically, the crusader kingdoms were mostly French.
All the hummus I ate in the mid-east didn’t have any garlic in it anyway, although it was usually eaten with pieces of raw onion. It isn’t nearly as good as the American bastardization.
Where were you in the Mid-east? I can’t find any hummus recipes without garlic. http://desertcandy.blogspot.com/2007/07/hummus-dilettante.html