My Archer-loathing wife and I went to a dinner on Friday last week, and got seated next to a nice couple who had been living in Uruguay. After a long series of informative stories about how spectacular the steaks are in Uruguay and what shit they are in the states, they mentioned that their old apartment in Montevideo overlooked the bay. So I got to ask them if they could see the wreck of the Graf Spee from...
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