"Honey! What shall we do this spring for our vacation? Shall we go rent a room in the Ice Hotel and drink iceberg vodka from square cups made of ice and sleep on reindeer skins?"
"Aaaah, no, dearest! That's so nineteen-nineties. Let's go hiking in Iran! It'll be even better than Yemen or Somalia!"
"Hiking in Iran? Last I heard they were a rabidly-anti-Western Islamic semi-superpower! What on earth would we do there?"
"Oh, dearest, we could explore the cells of notorious Evin prison! That's where all the political prisoners go to get tortured and murdered! It's an Iranian hobby! Wouldn't you want to see that?"
"You're right, Honey, you're always right! Fuck Ice Hotels! What's IranAir's number?"
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