I passed a kidney stone this morning. It was an extremely painful experience and not one I wish to ever repeat. I screamed like a little girl. And if that wasn't bad enough, all of a sudden shooting erupted in the camp. I thought this was it, that the Great Satan's evil warriors had found us. I even put on some cologne, for I thought I would finally be meeting those virgins which have been promised to me. But it turned out to be a false alarm of some sort. The trigger happy fools that guard Osama did manage to kill a number of our own mules, however. But at least now I have something to cook us for lunch.
Well, I better take Osama his orange juice.
It is good to be rid of that kidney stone.