Osama bin Laden's autobiography exposed: My last day in life

Another beautiful morning, I came to the window. Looking at the charming scenery of Abbottabad, taking a breath of fresh air, the chrysanthemums bloom instantly. After a stylish 180° turn, the sunlight falls on my tired face from last night. On the road outside the window, pedestrians keep coming. At the moment I turned around, they all stopped their hurried steps and looked at my back with admiration. When did the people begin to admire their heroes!

I looked at the three Pakistani boys in bed, they were also tired last night, for those few dollars. They exposed their bodies in front of me. It shouldn't be like this. In the past, I fought for the liberation of enslaved poor people around the world. Now, I am indulged in homosexual pleasure. The halo of the jihad leader made me fall. How long has it been since I asked someone to crash a plane into a building? American politicians probably forgot how to masturbate too. This is really not right.

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