Hello Mama, This is Osama.
I'm in geisha house in Yokohama.
I swear I don't nothing about no tennis shoe bomb.
I'm a nervous wreck, W's breathin' down my neck.
Goddness me, mercy sakes.
Listen son, what on Earth are you thinkin'?
I don't know
Tell me something, have you been drinkin'?
No! I ain't been drinkin'.
This ain't no way to behave, you're gonnna send me to my grave!
Hold it mama! You know I can't talk at all, W just might trace this call. Wait a minute. Uh Oh!
We will not tire. We will not fail. However long it takes you know we will prevail.
Mama I don't want to go to Guantanamo. So mama send me some dough. Another hundred million or so. I think it's worse than dead broke. Down in Guantanamo.
Hello Mama, This is "Usama".
I'm in a mud hut in the middle of Uganda
Now here's the thing I changed my name to "Usama"
Yeah, because W's nippin' at my heels.
Now I know how Salman Rushdie feels.
Goodness me, merccy sakes.
Listen son, I'm not trying to upset you.
But honey if they do catch you.
Oh for goodness sakes bite your tounge!
You know it's every mother's prayer, you have on clean underwear.
Hold it Mamma! W just won't leave me alone, I think he might have tapped this phone.
Wait a minute. Uh, oh!
We will not tire, we will not fail.
Do not pass GO just go directly to jail.
Mama, I don't want to go. To Guantanamo.
So Mama send me some dough. Another hundred million or so.
I think it's worse than dead broke. Down in Guantanamo.
Contributed by The Great Cornholio - 2010/8/18 - 04:45
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