Everybody needs a friend like Mr. Kunta. And just up the road in North York, too. Very convenient.
Sure, his name is Kunta and his email is Konta. Potatoes, potawtoes.
But can you imagine? "See that guy over there, he's looking at me funny."
Gone!
Let's just hope you don't run into one of his friends......
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... Or worse, run into Mrs. Kunta. I hear she is a real peach.
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