Barf.
posted by BarfUser | 10:16 PM
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Barf in the UAE!
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Some uncouth readers may think that by "Barf," I'm referrring to the colloquial Americanism for vomit. In fact, dear reader, I mean no such thing. Barf is a marvellous Iranian product, a detergent that makes clothes so white, they're just like barf! (Which, of course, is Persian for 'snow.') I pray for your eternal souls, you poor ignorant things.
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Qur-eest-mus?
Was it infidels or djinns who had filled the desert land of great and shiny souks with such non-Islamic images?
Among the many answers Battuta heard, most were unpronounceable. This one: Caliph-phurn-iya. Did the Caliph, indeed, make his home there? And all spoke of the Khol-ii-whud, the land’s most legendary, important city. Vapors told of the fabled Baie-whatch, of virgins scampering, of beaches of gold.
In the souk, puzzled, strange music fills his ears. “Oh come!” The language. “May us!” So strange. “Adore! him!” A choir. Ungodly voices. “Qur-eest-mus?” The word turned in his head. This tree? Alive?
Among the many answers Battuta heard, most were unpronounceable. This one: Caliph-phurn-iya. Did the Caliph, indeed, make his home there? And all spoke of the Khol-ii-whud, the land’s most legendary, important city. Vapors told of the fabled Baie-whatch, of virgins scampering, of beaches of gold.
In the souk, puzzled, strange music fills his ears. “Oh come!” The language. “May us!” So strange. “Adore! him!” A choir. Ungodly voices. “Qur-eest-mus?” The word turned in his head. This tree? Alive?
posted by BarfUser | 10:11 PM
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