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I won a trip to St. Petersburg, Russia. But when I got there, I found out it didn't include hotel accommodations.

While wandering and shivering aimlessly outside, I met up with some homeless people who were adept at burning old pieces of furniture they found in alleyways. They were in the midst of burning a sleeper sofa.

I remarked how if we weren't flammable, it would have been the source of a good night's sleep.