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story time
i shall go first, i suppose...this goes out to people that dont like cigs and/or cig smokers...i call it "Actually, i DID know cigarettes were bad for me, NOW STFU."
it's a warm summer night outside a steadily buzzing house party. i stumble half-drunkenly out the front door and drops my comfortably numb, sweat-dampened ass onto the top step leading up of the porch, incidentally within relative proximity to a bitchy looking vegan-type who talks like she's trying to swallow her metallic pink motorola rzr. she takes a deeply contented breath that elicits an annoyed glance and pause in conversation from the girl. i smirk and look away as i am reaching into my pocket. i remove a full pack of cigs from my jeans and pull out a perfectly crisp, perfectly perfect cigarette. i place the tightly packed cylinder between my lips with the familiar precision of a master craftsman passionately devoted to his life's work. no sooner does my chest expand to take that incomparable first drag of consummate gratification than that bitchy, pinched-faced girl makes the elaborately dramatized movement of stripping the cell phone from her moist ear to give me a look of 24k disgust.
girl: do you mind?
i look at her, look at the smoldering ember, then smile
me: i most certainly do not.
*show her the de-flowered pack*
me: care for a smoke?
girl: ummm, don't you know that cigarettes are bad for you?
*girl blinks repeatedly and flips her hair*
me: actually, i did know that cigarettes are bad for me! now shut the fuck up.
i then blow beautifully unadulterated liquid smoke, from point blank range, directly into the girl's eyes
mmmmmmmmmm
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