(Many years ago father and son were having a man to man talk…)
Zan's Dad: "We fled our land leaving behind my 40 donuts... damn those gavurs!
Zanny: "
Zan's Dad: "Sure... sweater than sugar, finer than ice…
Zanny: “Sweet and fine???
Zan's Dad: “Green?
Zanny: “By Allah,
Zan's Dad: “Err yeah…





