This of course after knocking back a Miller Genuine Draft. I've never felt more country. I was thinking about buying a zebra striped cowboy hat as well, but I settled for a pair of assless chaps instead.No worries though, I didn't buy the pack to smoke on a consistant basis. I bought it to see how many I could stick in my mouth and light at the same times. That experiment turned out to be a failure, when I realized that it's a fucking stupid idea.
Have you ever seen those people who have the oxygen tank and tubes strapped to them? Have you ever seen these people smoking as well? I have. Seems kind of counter productive, right? I'm sure the medical bills to pay for the equipment rentals are astronomical, not to mention the countless doctor visits and treatments they go through to keep them alive. I'm not saying they shouldn't smoke, I'm just saying pick one.
(hopefully I didn't offend anyone)
In continuing with my pattern of misfortune, I received some disappointing news today about a possible new venture. Over time I lost interest in the opportunity anyway, but it's still a huge blow to my testicular region. I worked pretty damn diligently to get this place to throw me a bone, but of course all I received was false rhetoric and hope. I hate to sound so bitter about this. I really consider myself an cynical optimist. It's Friday though, so nothing can bring me down. After I leave work I'm gonna kick the tires and light the fire, baby.
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