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> > The Aisle Seat
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> > Two Radical Arab Terrorists
> boarded a flight out of London. One took a window seat and
> the other sat next to him in the middle seat. Just before
> takeoff, a U.S. Marine sat down in the aisle seat. After
> takeoff, the Marine kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes
> and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said,
> 'I need to get up and get a coke.' 'Don't
> get up,' said the Marine. 'I'm in the aisle
> seat, 'I'll get it for you.'
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> > As soon as he left, one of the
> Arabs picked up the Marines shoe and spat in it. When the
> Marine returned with the coke, the other Arab said,
> 'That looks good, I'd really like one, too.'
> Again, the Marine obligingly went to fetch it. While he was
> gone the other Arab picked up the Marines other shoe and
> spat in it. When the Marine returned, they all sat back and
> enjoyed the flight.
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> > As the plane was landing, the
> Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately
> what had happened. He leaned over and asked his Arab
> neighbors... 'Why does it have to be this way?'
> 'How long must this go on? This fighting between our
> nations? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in shoes
> and peeing in cokes?'
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> > THE FEW. THE PROUD. THE MARINES.
> THE BEST!
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