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Only moments before, he had been looking out his November wardrobe\u2026he\u2019d counted ten thongs in his underwear drawer\u2026eleven with the OCT pair that had never left his ass for well-nigh 27 days.<\/p>\n
Something wasn\u2019t adding up.<\/p>\n
True, there had been that crazy camel-tipping party last Thanksgiving, yet he\u2019d been careful to retrieve all his belongings from the young goatherd boy\u2019s tent before daybreak that next morning. Might the lad have snagged his knickers as a souvenir? Nah, too groaty, even by desert standards.<\/span><\/p>\n He recalled Al Qaeda\u2019s panty-raid in April. But as always, they\u2019d made a beeline for the boys with boxers\u2026<\/p>\n Just then an all-too familiar THUCKA-THUCKA reverberated off in the distant night sky. He felt his butt-cheeks tighten reflexively against the matted midnight-black thong. THUCKA-THUCKA.<\/p>\n Muttering a half-curse, half-prayer under his breath, Huz Yo Bag Dadi could only hope the Washington Post would eulogize his reputation for scrupulous scholarship while short-shrifting the acres of lopped heads. Stranger things had happened.<\/p>\n The THUCKA-THUCKAs grew louder\u2026<\/p>\n\n