
Originally Posted by
teammelli1
I said: Dear Allah, I promise Al Iran won't score more than 3 goals if my wish is granted
Allah: Ekhhhhem!!! (As lighting struck the black magic box)
Then I said: Okay okay okay, sorry sorry. 2 goals only 2.
Owner of the black magic club then came out: One draw in Saudi and 2-1 loss again in Azadi my frrrend. Deal or no deal?
Me: Helll n-
Allah: SILENCE!!!!!!! You have awoken Zuleykha!! She needs her rest before the private dance!
At that moment, Abdullah (the owner of the bmb) and I looked at each other confused as to who, what, how, both shocked.
Abdullah told me: Listen habibi, I don't know what's going on but I have to tell you the falafel here have magic power make you hear naughty things.
Me: Abdollah jan, eetz not de fell ah fell. Eetz sum teeng else.
Then we realized the sound was coming from the large amplifier and speakers attached to the black magic box. Later on we met a guy named Naif Al Rattatoui who took us to the black magic club.
There was loud music, beautiful girls, fog machine was on point (looked like post jihad clouds of heaven), 1000000000 hookahs (I lost count), an arrested falafel owner, flowers everywhere, Mia Khalifa, Mohsen Khalili, Andy Milonakis, and Benjamin Williams.
Me: BENJAMIN WILLIAMS???!!! I knew it!!! I KNEW IT!!!
At that point, Abdullah forced a napkin on my face: Go to sleep habibi.. Shhhh... Habib is here, shhh sleep habibi sleep...
I woke up in Azadi in March 2009 and saw the score board, I had a heart attack and woke up again in my bed.
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