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| Off in a glove compartment in Chechnia, there was a farmer named Yugoslav Dolak. Yugoslav had his own patch of noses, from which he would gather snot each morning. |
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| Every night he would bring fresh pickings home to his wife, Peninsula. She would prepare snot sandwiches for dinner. Some of the sandwiches had blood in them from the noses that Yugoslav picked too hard. |
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