The Bedouins were getting frisky.
The full moon acted as a spotlight in the desert.
The rag heads were fucking hard.
'They are using fucking step ladders.'
They had to, I said to Max, 'otherwise they couldn't reach.'
It was a sick place.
You can see why Mohammed converted the Arab peninsula to Islam.
'Nothing but camel fuckers,' Mohammed was once known to say to his caliphates.
'Not much has changed,' said Max, who suggested we fly to Vietnam, 'where you can order whores delivered to your door on Honda motorcycles.'
Great idea, I said but wait for a moment.
I spotted Sammy.
He didn't kill me at the Klong that ran through Rumkamhang in Bangkok.
He only scratched my left kidney that had to be removed.
He was fucking for his dear life.
'Abdul,' he was saying to his favorite camel that had on garters and bright red lipstick.
They were sick fucks in the desert.
'So what are you waiting for,' said Sammy, 'come on and make my day.'
Amateur hour, said Max who pulled out his Glock and saved Sammy's camel from a good fucking with a bullet between his eyes.
'You won't be hearing any more from him,' said Max, who said to jump into the jeep.
Five minutes later we arrived at an airport and jumped in a private jet.
'Buckle up,' he said, as he veered the plane towards the Far East.
The full moon acted as a spotlight in the desert.
The rag heads were fucking hard.
'They are using fucking step ladders.'
They had to, I said to Max, 'otherwise they couldn't reach.'
It was a sick place.
You can see why Mohammed converted the Arab peninsula to Islam.
'Nothing but camel fuckers,' Mohammed was once known to say to his caliphates.
'Not much has changed,' said Max, who suggested we fly to Vietnam, 'where you can order whores delivered to your door on Honda motorcycles.'
Great idea, I said but wait for a moment.
I spotted Sammy.
He didn't kill me at the Klong that ran through Rumkamhang in Bangkok.
He only scratched my left kidney that had to be removed.
He was fucking for his dear life.
'Abdul,' he was saying to his favorite camel that had on garters and bright red lipstick.
They were sick fucks in the desert.
'So what are you waiting for,' said Sammy, 'come on and make my day.'
Amateur hour, said Max who pulled out his Glock and saved Sammy's camel from a good fucking with a bullet between his eyes.
'You won't be hearing any more from him,' said Max, who said to jump into the jeep.
Five minutes later we arrived at an airport and jumped in a private jet.
'Buckle up,' he said, as he veered the plane towards the Far East.
