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Friday, January 30, 2009

Hitler



The time comes when every ex-pat feels confident enough to deliver the full skinny on the country they've chosen to inhabit. I've been here all of five minutes and I've got you sussed, type of thing. My time has come, I chose Hitler. This article is in Exberliner.
Posted by Thumb A Ride at 10:28 AM

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