No thanks. I'm no longer Hungary.
"No thanks. I'm no longer Hungary"
Not even for a bowl of wolf brand Chili, heavy on the Greece?
If its too hot you can stir a Cuba ice in.
Maybe it's like when Christine Keeler brougnt down the British Government.
Her mother wrote a book: "My Daughter, The Cabinet Maker."
(Not a good cabinet maker, one misplaced screw and the whole cabinet fell apart.)
There was a rumor that she committed suicide; they found her under a peer.