Bin Laden: Under the Turbin
Who is the real Bin Laden? Is he just another handsome face in the ocean of pop music, or is he just another terrorist gone actor gone singer gone advertising tool (*looks in direction of Jennifer Lopez...then looks at own crotch, then looks back at Jennifer Lopez in suggestive manner*) While little is known about baby Bin Laden, plenty is known about the reckloose that was teenage Bin Laden.
I had a chance to speak with Mr. Bin Laden at a Russian internment camp two weeks ago. Here, word for word, is the account of our interview...
"All start when forced to go to terrorist camp at 16" recounts an emotional Laden. "Terrorist camp like fat camp for Americans, very humilating. We were forced to practice illusive manneuvers for days upon days. Even forced to eat Jiv Buhn Flux (special kind of stew. contains 2/3 cup chopped lettuce and 1/4 cup steamed veggies. Sauteed with onions and steak...really quite delicious) We were also forced to shoot beans put on targets" Overcome with emotion, Laden picks up suitcase on a stick and cowers in the corner of the room.
Trying to comfort him, I use my known tactics of deception, "It's okay Mr. Ladden, nobodies gonna hurt you. What are you afraid of, not like there's any hamburglars around or anything."
I knew I had crossed the line. Mentioning the Hamburglar to Bin Laden was like throwing a live gernade in a bomb shelter.
"Hamburglar kill mother!" shouted Laden. "Hamburglar steal big mac when crawling thru desert! Hamburglar run around Laden real fast and make super dizzy!"
"I WILL KILL HAMBURGLAR! You Americans talk of terrorism, and buildings fall down. But you know nothing of the hamburglar. He steal food when you look for napkins! You know that?? He makes fools of you and ruin reputation!!"
It was here that I knew I was in over my head. Laden had successfully managed to tie his turbin into a semi-automatic machine gun and even made matching hand knives.
"They teach art of turbin warfare in terrorism camp. People laugh at turbin! Now who's laughing?!?!"
I managed to contain my laughter after several seconds. Looking up I saw the face of 200 years of turmoil and bad raisins. Laden was not a man, he was immortal. He had become the very beans of which he worshipped, small shrivled and weird tasting unless brewed. His eyes were like rays, each piercing the skin to the heart of your soul.
Laden, visibly distraught, grabbed both turbin knives. "You laugh at turbin?! How dare you laugh at turbin?? I will make turbin of you, and wear you on head. See how you like!!"
I don't like to believe in miricales but what happened next could come only from the book of jobe. I believe it's in Jobe 12:16 "thou who cause rucus, will be saved by hamburglar" Or from what I can decipher.
Yes, that's right. The Hamburglar saved me. Whilst we did not have any hamburgers present, there were plenty of rotting imigrants who gave off the corosive odor of McDonalds grade d meat (coincidence? I think not) The hamburglar ran around the room at upwards of 500 mph. Hoping tables and rotting flesh. Laden, dizzy and distraught, fell to the ground crying "beans, vengence lies in the beans".
After three days in the hospital for psychiatric evaluation, Laden was allowed to leave. And yours truley had a most delicious meal with a certain masked fella.
But perhaps that's another story.