musings on life by the cigarette smoking man
life is like a box of chocolates: a cheap thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. you're stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when theres nothing else left to eat. sure, once in a while theres a peanut butter cup, or an
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