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The old year closed on a questionable note which brought air travel into chaos.  A Nigerian-born terrorist with a bomb in his underwear failed to blow up a Dutch departing North West Airlines plane bound for Detroit.  The incident raised questions about how the man ever passed through security and some called for stricter measures to scan passengers.  Editorial cartoonists heeded the call.



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Donnie said…
Underwear bombers: making it difficult to enjoy the virgins that await. BATFU: Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Underwear. How quaint...
I heard these two remarks on the radio last week. Perfect!
nonamedufus said…
Don: Ha, ha, yeah kinda hard to enjoy those virgins when you've blown your naughty bits to smithereens.
Things do seem to be getting a bit out of hand... I think I'll just take the train.
nonamedufus said…
CatLady: I think you're on the right track.
Me-Me King said…
Well, if nothing else, this is one way for me to get to the front of the line - by taking off my clothes, everyone would run and go the other way.
nonamedufus said…
Me-Me: I don't know why but I can't get rid of this thought. You know how they ask if you packed your bag yourself? Well now they might be asking if you dressed yourself this morning. I'd be insulted.
Anonymous said…
Ha!

That first pic was really disgusting. First the white man's butt had a pimple or something on his left butt cheek, but then it actually got worse when I realized that was black man boob, I was staring at.

Ick.

Oh and for the record it would have have equally disgusting if it had been white man boob too.

I'm an equal opportunity man boob hater!

hee hee

word veri: ionre

Ha! I am ornery!
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: I think the guy sat on a cookie. And I think the other guy's just got a nice tan.

You're hornery? Just from those pictures?
Skip Simpson said…
I loved the cartoons! I'm glad my frequent days of air travel are behind me now. Nowadays, I'll actually drive to a McD's, instead of booking a flight!
nonamedufus said…
Skip: I know the last thing I'd wanna have to do is have someone check to see if I have a Big Mac in my pants.

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