I would imagine Muslim extremists are much better shots than the would-be assassin from “The Jerk.” Regardless, Martin better watch his back after publishing this hilarious essay lampooning 72 virgins (some highlights):
Virgin No. 5: Do you like cats? I have fourteen!
Virgin No. 6: I’m Becky. I’ll be legal in two years.
Virgin No. 9: It was a garlic-and-onion pizza. Why?
Virgin No. 10: . . . so I see Heath, and he goes, “Like, what are you doing here?,” and I go, “I’m hangin’ out,” so he goes, “Like, what?” . .
Virgin No. 14: I’m eighty-four. So what?
Virgin No. 18: I’m saving myself for Jesus.
Virgin No. 35: By the way, here in Heaven “virgin” has a slightly different meaning. It means “chatty.
Virgin No. 39: It’s a lesion, and, no, I don’t know what kind.
Virgin No. 40: I’m Jewish. Why do you ask?
Virgin No. 58: Those are my testicles.
Virgin No. 65: They’re called “adult diapers.” Why?
Virgin No. 70: My name is Mother Teresa.
