Pigs Will be Happy
I smoked a cigarette today. It wasn't a cigar, like the last couple of days, because today the dude didn't leave one in the ashtray outside the school of music. Instead I asked my friend for one, who gave it begrudgingly, not because they are expensive, but because they are cancerous and tar up the lungs. How am I to huff and puff with tarred up lungs? The three little pigs will be happy, anyway.
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I want a cigarette. I will always want a cigarette. They are so delicious, despite being so foul flavored, oh I like that nicotine. But green will have to do.
Green is just yellow and blue.
Green spinach is just yellow spinach and blue spinach. Go Drugs!
Popeye is in fact a drug fiend.
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