Finally, I got a sketch on Treason Show:
Seventy-Two Male Virgins
Afghan training camp. Arab music. FEMALE BOMBER wearing burka and MALE TRAINER in Arab robes, carrying suicide belt.
FEMALE BOMBER:
(SIGHS) I can see why they call this place Tora Borer...
MALE TRAINER:
Lift the belt with the fifteen kilos of explosive, put it round your waist, then let it settle on your hips.
FEMALE BOMBER:
My hips? I don't think so.
MALE TRAINER:
You must.
FEMALE BOMBER:
I wouldn't be seen dead with fifteen extra kilos on these hips!
MALE TRAINER:
But you will be dead. That is the point.
FEMALE BOMBER:
Not for me. The point is seventy-two male virgins. Actually, I don't even mind if they're not all virgins, if one or two are slightly more ... experienced.
MALE TRAINER:
Did I say male?
FEMALE BOMBER:
What! I have spent my life surrounded by female virgins, now you're telling me they're in heaven too? This whole thing's off!
MALE TRAINER:
Detonate yourself and you will become glorious martyr.
FEMALE BOMBER:
I don't want to be martyr. I want to have sex with a man. This is one very randy virgin, and I am sick of self-detonation.
MALE TRAINER:
Fatima, come into the cave and I show you my prayer mat.
FEMALE BOMBER:
Good idea. And maybe we find a different way to carry out this blow job.
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