tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17079049.post2659316721658446232..comments2023-10-26T06:48:23.914-04:00Comments on The Eternal Sunshine of My Spotless Mind: A Poker Rant for the Saturday MorningUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17079049.post-32342272950723437632007-01-14T00:49:00.000-05:002007-01-14T00:49:00.000-05:00Cigarette smoke is the residue of your pleasure. I...Cigarette smoke is the residue of your pleasure. It permeates the air, my hair and clothes, not to mention my lungs. This takes place without my consent. <br />I have a pleasure - I like a beer now and again. The residue from my pleasure is urine. Would you mind if I stood on a chair and piss on you without your consent?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17079049.post-65798685708203737392007-01-13T12:31:00.000-05:002007-01-13T12:31:00.000-05:00Second hand smoke = CANCER.
Barf. I feel gross. I...Second hand smoke = CANCER.<br /><br />Barf. I feel gross. I couldn't breathe... I felt like I was dyimg. Ugh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17079049.post-52377274066541329552007-01-13T11:44:00.000-05:002007-01-13T11:44:00.000-05:00There was smoking inside? I'm shocked...There was smoking inside? I'm shocked...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com