THE WINNER OLYMPICS

AUSTRALIAN GRAND SLALOM COMPETITOR EXPLAINS THAT DASTARDLY RUSSIANS HAVE STOLEN THE SNOW, WHILE PLAINCLOTHES POLICEMAN WARNS OF HEAVY PENALTIES FOR DOING PISTE JOKES

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