The metamorphosis

In a small village of the south of the country called Lebanon, the legend has it that the Secretary General of Hizbullah has a very specific method to move from one place to the other in order not to get spotted by Israelis or other head hunters. A young woman tells what circulates in stories, namely that the Sayyed, when leaving his underground bunker puts on his sunglasses, takes off his black turban sticking his hair with strong-hold gel, wears his leather jacket, and rides his Harley Davidson motorcycle to destination. Once there, he puts back his clerical clothes on, takes off his sunglasses, and is ready to address the crowd.

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5 Responses to The metamorphosis

  1. Moussa says:

    very creative old woman🙂 she must have something for guys on harleys…

  2. callipyge says:

    il peut sûrement se transformer en cafard aussi. C’est Kafka-chic.

  3. Bech says:

    Sheikh Moussa, I knew something smelled fishy… It’s actually a young woman…

    Callipyge tu ne sais pas quelle joie tu provoque avec ta re-apparition.

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