Terrorists, bombs, Russians, Ebola, psychopats in back alleys and Americans coming after my oil and now this ??
Forget it, I'm eating out, today I'm going to get a kebab made by an original Albanian and tomorrow I'm going for a wiener schnitzel to that cheap dinner next to the railway station.
And if I die from food poisoning, tough luck. If my mothers chicken didn't put me in the grave by now, even McDonalds chineese beef washed with a romanian CocaCola won't.
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