An IAF soldier reading this article:
“Aww, how sad. I wonder if there’s anything I could do to help? Ooh, I know!”
He then proceeds to scribble “Bread” on one of the munitions he’s loading.
A second soldier notices this and comes near.
“Hey man, that’s not cool. What’s she going to do with just one bread? We need a dozen loaves at least!”
He starts scribbling as well.
Their commander looks on speechless and shakes his head at their antics.
“What a bunch of degenerates.”
He places his own marker aside and goes to reprimand his subordinates. Behind him a missile newly babtized ‘Dildo of Doom’ lies in silence.
An IAF soldier reading this article:
“Aww, how sad. I wonder if there’s anything I could do to help? Ooh, I know!”
He then proceeds to scribble “Bread” on one of the munitions he’s loading.
A second soldier notices this and comes near.
“Hey man, that’s not cool. What’s she going to do with just one bread? We need a dozen loaves at least!”
He starts scribbling as well.
Their commander looks on speechless and shakes his head at their antics.
“What a bunch of degenerates.”
He places his own marker aside and goes to reprimand his subordinates. Behind him a missile newly babtized ‘Dildo of Doom’ lies in silence.