یک زنی سوار تاکسی بوده که یک دفعه تاکسی می ایستد و مردی سوار میشود. مرد کمی بو می کند و خطاب به زن میگوید به به، چه بوی خوبی. زن جواب میدهد: نیناریچی. یک دفعه مرده یک آروغ بلندی میزند و زنه می گوید: وای چه بوی وحشتناکی. مرده جواب میداد: لوبیا چیتی. بعد مرده اسهالش میگیره و شروع میکنه توی تاکسی ریدن. از اونجا که قفلهای در تاکسی خراب شده بودند هیچ کس نمی تونه از تاکسی خارج بشه و اسهال مرده کم کم تمام تاکسی را پر میکنه و همه در آن غرق میشوند.
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...

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