That's our job.
That's our job.
I really want tapas now.
Best thing Johnny Spaniard ever did, tapas.
The healthy option.
Funny story, actually. We had a house viewing and there I was cooking the porkiest of pork stews, having just chopped up the meat when six full-on muslims including five niqab-clad women come trooping into the kitchen. I quickly try to hide all the dead pig and start frantically washing my hands. This last was fortunate as the chap comes up to me and sticks his hand out for a handshake.
I think I managed not to make him too haram, but it was a damn close-run thing.
wasalaambrother, touch me
Grease the bullets with lard, I say.
his womenfolk. Bloody weirdos.
Quote: “For one of you to be stabbed in the head with an iron needle is better for him than that he should touch a woman who is not permissible for him.”
http://momentsofperfectclarity.org/the-art-of-avoiding-the-h andshake/