camel crush will supposedly be the death of me. you know, the bipolar cigarettes with the visually attractive box, black and cool, like you. i slid one cylinder out from beneath the others right before someone called over to me, "HEY, YOU SHOULDN'T SMOKE THOSE BECAUSE SOME GUY IN INDIANA (or was it illinois?) DIED FROM SMOKING ONE OF THOSE!!!!!!!"
"okay," i said, and took a hit longer than i normally would have. i crushed the filter between my thumb and pointer (hence the trendy name), and let all of the menthol-tasting liquid release into my lungs. if this is what death tastes like, it sure is satisfying.
but that poor man from indiana (or was it illinois?).
"okay," i said, and took a hit longer than i normally would have. i crushed the filter between my thumb and pointer (hence the trendy name), and let all of the menthol-tasting liquid release into my lungs. if this is what death tastes like, it sure is satisfying.
but that poor man from indiana (or was it illinois?).
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