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Mr. Belvedere had come up with the brilliant idea of giving them a little trip around the world, that way they could collect the different opinions, comments and various bullshit from the different smoking specialists.
"As good as it is at home.”
Before entering Ex Oxford-Cambridge University, careless Peter was struck with a small black post that was at the perfect crotch height of an average adult.
“Fuck Marlboroach and all his children.”
“Don't swear, Peter. They are forbidden by Clown President.”
“Do you know where you and Clown President can go? What a pain!”
Limping and still with a great annoyance in their noble parts, Peter and Corinne entered the Department of History of the 20th century of the Ex-University Oxford-Cambridge. The old professor of the such division, the highest authority in knowledge about the 20th century was waiting for them tanking refuge behind his table. It turned out to be the largest bottle-ass glasses Peter had ever seen in his entire life.
“Are the two boys from the TV crew? Excuse me, but I can't see very well, I'm half blind. Would you like a whiskey?”