Once upon a time an argument happened between a #Palestinian and an #Israeli: I: Im going to take your house. P: What? No. I: I used to live here. P: When? I: 2000 years ago. P: Oh wow. You did? I: Well kind of. It wasnt really me but my parents. P: Oh. Do you want some tea? I: I kind of want to move in. P: Um, I kind of live here. We have a spare room. I: Really? I could rent it. P: Ok. I guess your parents lived here. I: They may have been my parents. Im not sure. P: Oh. I dont get it. I: It was a long time ago. P: Ok, well welcome. I: Could I also rent your bedroom? P: Not really. I: Ill pay you. P: No. I: Im going to take it. P: No. I: I have a gun. P: Woah, you do have a gun. I: Im going to shoot you. P: What the heck - Im going to get out of the house as this is crazy. I: Im now in your bedroom. This is my house now. P: Im coming back in. I: I changed the locks. P: I have a deed to the house. I: You can sleep in the basement. P: Thats crazy. The court says its my house. I: Who cares? By the way, I need to use part of the basement for storage. P: Wait, stop leaving your stuff all over the basement. I: Why? P: I barely have any space here! I: Stop complaining. P: Ok whatever, just take the house, leave me the basement. I: Sure, you can have half the basement. P: Thats not fair. I: I told you to stop complaining. Im going to punch you in the face. P: That hurt! Stop. I: No. P: Im going to punch you back. I: Ok, Im getting my gun. P: What? I: Stop complaining. P: What the heck - you just shot me! I: Stop complaining. P: I can do more than complain. I: Whyd you just throw a book at my face? P: You shot me. I just threw whatevers around. I: Stop complaining. P: What the heck - you just shot me again! I: Man you never stop complaining. P: I shouldnt complain? I didnt even know who you were. You claimed that maybe your parents might have lived here once. I rented you a room but then you took my bedroom. Then you seized my house, leaving me in the basement. Then you kept using up more of the basement. When I objected you punched me in the face. Then when I tried to fight back you shot me, and then you shot me again when I tried to defend myself. What do you want from me? I: I just want to live in peace
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 18:24:14 +0000
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