The refugees. What have you decided?

Back in 1990 my oldest daughter married a refugee from East Europe. He brought his family over, and the whole crew were useless peasants except for my son in law. He's a god damned genius at repairing cars, but his parents and sibs are/were brain dead and lazy. All got welfare and retired. My son in law opened a business.

One is a dozen will be great, and the others oughta be made into fertilizer.
 
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