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The fun started when O.B.L.'s older, unfavorite wife, the shrill Sabar, moved back. She chose a room one floor below the one O.B.L. was sharing with his young, favorite wife.
Thanks to Larainy's crack investigative team of classified document uncoverers, we get a glimpse into Osama's life of hell before he went to hell.
Old wife: Osama, you once again forgot to remove the trash and now the house smells of old yogurt.
Osama: Silence Woman! How many times must I repeat to you that being seen removing the trash will bring destruction down upon my head.
Old Wife: The expired yogurt brewing in the garbage can is destroying our brain cells even as we speak.
Osama: We are not speaking, you are whining.
Old Wife: And another thing. Why have not you utilized the Grecian formula I purchased in your behalf? A nice black beard would take off 10 years.
Osama: As would shaving your upper lip.
Older Wife: (Lunges at Osama to scratch his eyes out as he backs away.)
Young Wife: (Enters room and whacks Osama on the turban) Osama! How many times have I told you to put the lid down! (Wrinkles nose) Wow, what stinks?
Osama: (Throws up his hands and stalks off to lock himself in the bathroom)