Two Muslims are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar chatting over a pint of
fermented goat's milk.

One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and
they start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, he's a martyr."

"You must be so proud," says the other.

"This is my second son. He is a martyr also."

"A fine looking young man," replies his friend.

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim says wistfully,

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"

H/T to Weaselteeth

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