One morning when Ianto Jones was walking to the post office in Llandudno he met a Russian tourist.
“I am looking for Dai,” said the tourist.
Ianto thought for a moment and asked,
“Dai the post?”
“No,” said the tourist.
“Dai the milk?”
“No,” said the tourist.
“Dai the bread?”
“No,” said the tourist and he whispered into Ianto’s ear,
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