There's Nothing Called Imad Hout

There’s nothing called rape between a husband and a wife. In my household, it’s called ‘Honey! I’m home!’

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Imad Hout

There’s nothing called rape between a husband and a wife. It’s called surprise sex.

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Imad Hout

There’s no such thing as an airplane. It’s a bus that flies. In the air.

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Imad Hout

There’s no such thing as an idiot. It’s called a person with no brain whose mouth keeps running anyway.

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Imad Hout

There’s nothing called logic. (um, that’s it).

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Imad Hout

There’s nothing called Satan. It’s called Lebanese politicians.

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Imad Hout

There’s nothing called sex between a husband and a wife. It’s called the insertion of the penis into the vagina. Preferably by force.

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Imad Hout

There’s no such thing as a window. It’s called a hole in the wall, patched over with glass, that you can see out of.

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Imad Hout

There’s nothing called a Bushism. It’s called a Houtism.

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Imad Hout