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'Mister Munross came to class today and we could all ask questions about his trip to Russia.'
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''How's the weather in Russia?' I asked. And: 'What do people eat in Russia?''
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| Their breath smells like hobo ****, each and every last one of them stinks like they all suck off incontinent bums as a hobby. | |
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'Now we all hate the Russians, just like mister Monross. Boy, do I hope they lose their next football game!'
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| Extremely expensive *****s. You don't get a service that lives up to the price, not at all. | |
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