Sunday, December 2, 2012

Out of Smokes at Six a.m.

So the last one went up in smoke some while ago and now it's six a.m.  It's dark, it's cold, it's raining and the scooter in the wet is as dangerous as a woman in a shoe store.  So I've got to ask myself, just how badly do you want one, tough guy.

We shall see.  I'm not making any promises as you know how it is with smokers:  they always lie.  You just can't trust those bastards on anything they say about cigarettes unless they've been quit for, oh, twelve years or so.  Then it's probably serious.  Otherwise, it's bollocks.

See, I said it was six a.m. but actually it's seven a.m.  Well, it was six a.m. when I started this but I didn't finish it.  But don't believe me.  I'm a smoker and it's probably a lie (laughs).

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