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Western Sahara 
Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
A: Yes, I have been since early childhood.
😘
Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and
looked at himself in the water.
"Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards,
splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he
looked at himself again.
"As I thought," he said, "no better from *____this* side. But nobody
minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, that's what it is.
-- A.A. Milne, "Winnie the Pooh," Chapter VI, "In Which Eeyore
Has a Birthday and Gets Two Presents"
😲
No matter what happens, there is always someone who knew it would.
🤗
'There's stranger people in this world than Corporal Nobbs, my lad.'
Carrot's expression slid into a rictus of intrigued horror.
'Gosh.'
(Men at Arms)
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