“So, how did the wedding go?" I asked my
workmate, Akeem, on his return to the factory today.
"Not too good, actually," Akeem replied,
solemnly. "My new bride died at the reception."
"Holy crap! What happened?" I asked. "Did
she blow herself up over the gifts or something?"
"Oh f...k you! F...K YOU!! How dare you say something like that about her, about me, and frankly, about Muslim culture? We're not all barbarians who would do such awful shit like that. We're a tolerant and peaceful religion and deserve some f...king respect."
"Oh f...k you! F...K YOU!! How dare you say something like that about her, about me, and frankly, about Muslim culture? We're not all barbarians who would do such awful shit like that. We're a tolerant and peaceful religion and deserve some f...king respect."
"Look, Akeem, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so
prejudiced, forgive me," I groveled. "So how did she pass
away?"
"We stoned her for drinking alcohol."
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