Sex Sells
…always has, always will. At least now it looks like it’s being put to some good use.
Read this story from Hot Air with an assist from The Jawa Report.
The Afghan chieftain looked older than his 60-odd years, and his bearded face bore the creases of a man burdened with duties as tribal patriarch and husband to four younger women. His visitor, a CIA officer, saw an opportunity, and reached into his bag for a small gift.
Four blue pills. Viagra.
“Take one of these. You’ll love it,” the officer said. Compliments of Uncle Sam.
The enticement worked. The officer, who described the encounter, returned four days later to an enthusiastic reception. The grinning chief offered up a bonanza of information about Taliban movements and supply routes — followed by a request for more pills…
Resistance against the enemy is stiffening!
Hey man whatever works. Heh!
Resistance against the enemy is stiffening!
The general has risen to command his troops forward. The snake is poised to spit, saying, “Don’t tread on me!”
A little blue, a bit of white, and after the exertion, some red and a smile for Uncle Sam. A truly patriotic combination.
Who would have thought – Viagara, our greatest weapon in the war on terror.
Now we need to work on the Enzyte Bomb.
This weapon works equally well in riot situations and battlefields.
The Enzyte Bomb (DOD classification as “Project Bob”) is a weaponized grade of the infamous supplement with such “big” promises.
Imagine, ladies and some of you gentlemen, the results of an attack run by a flight of bombers carrying the Enzyte Bomb.
With speakers mounted on the jets blaring the theme song used in the commercials the enemy has but a few seconds to prepare for an incapacitating but otherwise happy experience.
The weaponized aerosol sprays out from the deployed bombs. It works on exposed flesh, inhaled air or ingested food or drink.
Results may vary, void where prohibited, not a medical claim: Enemy male troops will be so shocked by the pleasant surprise as they find that their “weapons” are now more capable of “mass distraction”.
Mixed population armies will dissolve into a phenomenon well know in military circles as a “Charlie Foxtrot”. Other troops will just be left struggling with hand to, er, um, hand combat while our own troops move in and take prisoners who will be exhausted and looking for a cigarette.
So many jokes, so little time.
The Big Tribal leader wouldn’t help us until the Little Tribal Leader was happy.
He rose to the occaission.
Operation John Thomas is a-go. I repeat, Operation John Thomas is a-go.
And if it lasts more than 4 hours…..who’s really going to go to the doctor??????
Make your pecca point to Mecca!
OMG Floyd! LOL! HA HA HA!
You guys are so damned funny. My stomach hurts from laughing too hard! Heh!
Just be glad the holy city isn’t Vladivostok or Reykjavik.
“Just be glad the holy city isn’t Vladivostok or Reykjavik.”
Little Jimmy doesn’t like the cold.
So you’re saying its getting harder and harder not to come over to our side?
Too bad Paul Bremmer isn’t still there, because then we could have said that we were robbing Paul to save Peter. Or maybe that we were throbbing Peter to pay Paul. Works either way…
Rich you are a bad bad bad bad bad man. LOL!
Who’s your Baghdaddy!
Bring your units to attention.
Another One!
Stand Straight Men!
A few more jokes:
-We are having throbbing success in Afghanistan!
-The chances of success are rising!
-Thanks to America, Afghan warlord’s gun shoots better!
Meet Bob, the Afghan Chieftan. (Chieftan Bob is smiling) Looks like his harem is very happy. (Harem is smiling)
Why is he happy?
Because he made a call about Enzyte . . .