Prettyboys of the Taliban

A little dark eyeliner, some judicious waxing of that unibrow, a soupcon of foundation and blush, et voila, even the most hardened Taliban terrorist becomes a hunky vision of pert buttocks and lithe loins.

"Whan a crow flies over Kandahar, it only flaps one wing. It covers its tail with the other."

Thanks to the Ronster.