72 what?
I scratch my head each time I hear about some terrorist blowing themselves up to get 72 virgins in the after-life. When you consider how many Muslims there are, the after-life just may be the only way to find ONE.
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I scratch my head each time I hear about some terrorist blowing themselves up to get 72 virgins in the after-life. When you consider how many Muslims there are, the after-life just may be the only way to find ONE.
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