in west saudi arabia born and raised, the minefield is where i shot most of the gays. chillin out, beheadin, blowin up cars, screaming before we detonate “allahu akbar”. until some ally soldiers that were up to no good, started making trouble in my brotherhood. i waged one little jihad and my mom got scared, she said “go find some gays to bomb in belair”. i prayed and prayed with her, day after day, but she packed up my bomb vest and sent me away.