Something struck me today. It was a rock. It didn’t hurt. Then I thought of something that had nothing to do with the rock.
This is 2015 and we are still wasting money telling people not to smoke cigarettes!
Shocking I know. Now mind you, I am a smoker. I smoke the good ones, the one’s that most people call Cowboy Killers. Red and white packaging like the lung and spittle I cough up before bed. No, I was wrong, that junk looks more like an el grandé super caramel latté with a barista swirl. Except thick and chunky. And it stays warm longer.
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