No beer.
No booze.
No bars.
No television.
No cheerleaders.
No NASCAR.
No baseball.
No football.
No basketball.
No hockey.
No golf.
No tailgate parties.
No Hooters.
No pork BBQ.
No hot dogs.
No burgers.
No outboard motors
No lobster, shellfish, or even Mrs. Paul's frozen fish sticks.
Rags for clothes and towels for hats.
Constant wailing from the guy next door because he's sick and there are no doctors.
Constant wailing from the guy in the tower.
No chocolate chip cookies.
No Victoria's Secret catalogs.
No super bowl parties
No Christmas.
You can't shave.
Your wife can't shave.
You can't shower to wash off the smell of donkey cooked over burning camel dung.
The women have to wear baggy dresses and veils at all times.
Your bride is picked by someone else. She smells just like your donkey, but your donkey has a better disposition.
Then they tell you that when you die it all gets better!
No mystery here.