过了一会儿，古巴人掏出上等的雪茄分发给每个人。他只抽了两口，就把手中的雪茄扔出了窗外。
“我原以为古巴的经济颓废，”那个商人说，“可你却把那么好的烟都给扔掉了。”
“雪茄嘛，”古巴人回答，“在古巴一角钱就可以买12支。雪茄多得我们都不知道该怎么办了。”
这位美国商人坐在那里，静静地想了一会儿，然后站了起来，一把抓起律师，把他从窗口扔了出去。
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a russian, a cuban, an american businessman and an american la across europe.
the russian took out a large bottle of vodka, poured each of his companions a drink and then hurled the semifull bottle out the ars. he took a couple of puffs of his and then tossed it out the ht the cuban economy .” the businessman said. “yet you threood cigar aars,” the cuban replied, “are a dime a dozen in cuba. ot up, grabbed the laift. i told him i impractical and romantic.
on our anniversary night, he presented me old bracelet.
“a little four-letter et this for you,” he said softly.
“oh, how sweet,” i whispered.“l-o-v-e?”
“no.” he replied. “s-a-l-e.”
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