If anyone gets bored tonight, there's a new Price is Right game on FB. Takes you through everything, from sitting in the audience to spinning the wheel and the final showcase.
I'm actually a pretty polite smoker. I try not to get too close to people when I'm smoking outside, and notice which way the wind is blowing, so I don't accidentally blow it in their face. I never expect to be allowed to smoke inside a person's home (take note, Scrappy McDoo. ) and I go out of my way to smoke some place where others can dodge me. That being said, I DESPISE people who have nothing to complain about but smokers. We have a 'vent' line which we publish in our paper and I honestly read one that complained about someone smoking in their own car with the windows down.
Ooooh, feeling a little defensive, are we? I actually stayed in a hotel room a week or so ago that was claimed to be non-smoking. I spent most of the night coughing and wheezing in the bathroom. Some of us aren't just being awkward. Oh, don't worry, I have a whole range of things to complain about. (Variety being the spice of life, and all.)
Funny enough, I also use smoking as way to separate myself from the pack and get my brain organized for a bit. A convenient way to be alone for a few minutes without seeming like a social misfit.
I'm not a fan of smoking. I know cigs are like crack so I don't expect someone to completely stop and I don't feel it's my place to tell them to. I'm sure most smokers know that smoking can bring the Reaper a little closer, but they've accepted that. It is hard when somone I love smokes because, I'm so selfish that I want to keep them around longer. But one could as easily get hit by a bus. I was walking on campus one time and before a guy passed me he switched smoking hands to move the smoke away from me. It was a very sweet gesture.
Yeah, and my mom died of cancer when she was 36, so I know I'm playing with fire. == I'm finally starting to get a little excited about my trip. It's not that I'm not looking forward to it, because I am, most definitely. I just don't want to get too happy before I'm actually on a plane over the Atlantic. It's a bad habit I picked up as a kid. I refuse to let myself get happy or look forward to anything until it actually happens.
Because sometimes you may be let down. I wish you a safe and happy trip. I haven't been across the Atlantic in over 200 years. One day I shalt grow the balls and fly over the Pacific on my way to some lovely Aloha ass. If you go to Smulan's don't drink anything unless you've poured it yourself.
Don't worry, there'll be chaperones. All good, upstanding, BS posters. (Or at least BS posters. Beggers can't be choosers.)
I'm not trying to lecture you or anything, but I watched someone die of COPD, amongst other things, recently. Its not a pretty way to go. Just say'n Oh, and he never smoked a day in his life. Docs think it was all the oil rigs he worked on when he was young.
you have to let yourself get a little exited. or you'll find you forgot to pack for possible fun (maybe naughty) times. believe me it is very hard to purchase condoms or other related items when you don't know the language. and charades do not help. i had some issues when i was in france when i was 17. what i would've sold for a GD rite-aid...
The shocking truth: "condom" in English = "kondom" in Scandilingo. Plus a visit to almost any pharmacy would drum up 99.5% of staff who knew what "condom" in English was. Now, "glidmedel" could be more of a challenge, but with some hand signals...
allright, bonnie is ready to go then, you can assist her in requesting some lube. here, you can just go pick out what you want like at a fruit market. you dont' have to ask an employee to fetch it for you.