F is for Fatwa...
I'm fed up. I'm declaring a fatwa on you. That's right, you! You're now the target of my religious proclamation. What does this mean? Read on, poor soul.
That call at 4 am where you just hear breathing and then a dial tone? That's me getting my fatwa on. 4 pizzas delivered on a Monday afternoon? I'm fatwaing your ass! Someone forget to clean out the lint trap in the dryer? Oh yeah, feel my Islamic rage!
Maybe I'll write your name and number in a bathroom stall. Who knows how far my anger will take me? I'm blind to all reason. Maybe I'll chalk the tires on your car when you're parked at the mall, and the security guard will give you a ticket for being there too long. No mercy for the infidel.
Come to think of it, this fatwa thing sounds like a lot of work. I'll simply remove you from my Friendster list. Take that. Allah willing, you'll get the message loud and clear.
