Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Dear fellow smoker,

I was going to talk to you when you came outside because it seems we are on a similar schedule and you're kind of cute. I thought better of it when you started spitting like a mad man. I know you see me because I'm standing a foot away from you in a leopard print coat. What the hell is wrong with you?
Seriously.

Sent from my iPhone

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