Coming back through Birmingham airport (UK) today, I was intrigued by the large signs proudly announcing the provision of "Wudu facilities". Excellent, thinks I, thinking it is some new pub game, or even some kind of exotic scoff, I'll be up for a bit of that. Nope, the trail led to the shithouse, whereupon I abandoned my quest for knowledge. I had by then sussed it wasn't anything to do with sticking pins in dollies, but some kind of pandering to shitskin savages, and knowing how utterly foul their bog habits are, I wanted to know no more.
Now, I'm sorry to say, I've found out it's some kind of wog ritual arse-washing, which leads me to the conclusion either:
a. The world has finally gone mad, and we are now encouraging these cunts to keep up their depraved medieval practices, in airports of all places, spurring them to wash their donut before hijacking a fucking plane.
or
b. British security services have twigged that encouraging these cunts to break cover and stop off for a spot of Wudu will enable them to keep veeeery close tabs on the bastards, and should they even look like they are going to set off an imaginary ricin bomb, fill them full of high-speed lead.
Alas, I think I know the answer, and I'm sure you do too............
Next time I'm taking a rasher of bacon with me to chuck in there, that'll shake 'em up a bit. What's that line from "Blazing Saddles", something about "the Wudu that you do etc"?
Now, I'm sorry to say, I've found out it's some kind of wog ritual arse-washing, which leads me to the conclusion either:
a. The world has finally gone mad, and we are now encouraging these cunts to keep up their depraved medieval practices, in airports of all places, spurring them to wash their donut before hijacking a fucking plane.
or
b. British security services have twigged that encouraging these cunts to break cover and stop off for a spot of Wudu will enable them to keep veeeery close tabs on the bastards, and should they even look like they are going to set off an imaginary ricin bomb, fill them full of high-speed lead.
Alas, I think I know the answer, and I'm sure you do too............
Next time I'm taking a rasher of bacon with me to chuck in there, that'll shake 'em up a bit. What's that line from "Blazing Saddles", something about "the Wudu that you do etc"?
