Went over to Ryan and Raychel's place for Ryan's 24th birthday.
So we're playing a rousing game of asshole with a deck of those playing cards with the Iraqi most wanted on them when I noticed that everyone pictured on them had moustaches. I guess it's a religious thing or something.
It was then that I came up with my plan for peace in the Middle East.
Kill everyone with a moustache.
This would leave the young men and probably 50% of the women, so it's not totally heartless.
To every family that has one of theirs executed we give a digital satellite system so they can taste the freedom of our airwaves.
You know, for their trouble and all.
Given the proliferation of 'reality TV' this will ensure they never get any smarter.
Within a week they'll all completely love us and begin emulating us or they'll commit suicide.
Either way I'm happy.