
and you can't expect vultures to be kind
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Tue 7 Apr 2009, 10:12,
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buxom cross-dressers threw fake gold coins at our feet as we discussed the fate of the revolution. Suddenly, CIA men dressed in bikinis tried to stab us with fountain pens. Fidel blew mustard gas through his cigar, and immobilized the lot of them. 19 tequilas later, we had a deal. Havana goes back to the mob, and Fidel and I open a chain of Kentucky Fried Chicken shops. Ain't life sweet.
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Tue 7 Apr 2009, 10:15,
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