Anon.: Red China is the Oriental analog of our very own Green Christmas. When you blend the two, like acrylic paints, the result is an unappealing gray-brown goo. It smells like an outhouse and tastes like lime jello.
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what's red china?? Something Nancy Reagan ate dinner from?
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