I never forget a face. Or perhaps I do.

We take regular trips to the Azerbaijan countryside, where we hold picnics and dance with bears. Afterwards we head home to bathe our feet in fresh goat cheese, and drink liquid glass. Then we cover ourselves in tomato juice, and dance to the song of our nation, YMCA.

When night falls, we don our traffic cones and go hunting for wild litter and old shoes. We do this with a very modern stick that is glued to a rock. We swing this stickrock above our heads, and hopefully hit our target after hitting ourselves. Glory to us!

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