I've only smoked twice while I was alone. I faintly remember Sandra telling us about how she's a social smoker and whatnot, thinking to myself how much bull that is...
Now, I understand. Thanks for the offer... When I start writhing on my bed in pain while a dead baby walks on the ceiling of my room to the beat of techno music, I'll call you for some cigs.
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Now, I understand.
Thanks for the offer...
When I start writhing on my bed in pain while a dead baby walks on the ceiling of my room to the beat of techno music, I'll call you for some cigs.
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