I was reading Mark Steyn, always one of the happiest things in life to do, and I thought of something when reading this line: “[Khalid Sheikh Mohammed had] been brought before a military commission, and last December indicated he was ready to plead guilty, and itching for the express lane to the 72 virgins.”

This reminded me of something a public official once told me, something that has tickled my funnybone — in a perverse way — since: Islamofascist suicide-bombers believe “you get a free ticket to the big whorehouse in the sky: 72 virgins and an all-you-can-eat salad bar.”

Something about that “all-you-can-eat salad bar” just tickles me. I also think of the line, “and a player to be named later.”