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People are like onions...I'm no onion

No LOL
Does the "saw" and "rome" mean something? :eek:
A sage saw someone pouring Rum for some men [named] Ching. The men were working with a saw in their home Rome town. Their sausages turned cold as they worked, so the kitsch-en men had to reheat them. The greek sages went to Rome to see what skill the men there had. When they found out that Rome men Ching had the best skill, they wanted to buy them, but they would not be sold to places they did not fit in to.
 
It's like peeling the top layer of an onion and when you get well acquainted those layers peel off even more

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No wonder when I got down to her knickers she said "That's shallot".
 

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