I know Harls does, like mad. Her and I were bitching on night a year ago about how it was too cold to get a pack.
I haven't touched a ciggie in 6 1/2 months. I find I only really miss smoking when my friends leave the bar for a cigarette break. I end up ordering another Jamesons while they're gone. My lungs may be fine, but my liver is half way to dead.
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I wonder if she'd say the same thing about whiskey.
Honey, that's just crazy talk. There is always a bottle of Jamesons in my apartment.
Now there am another reson to am spend the night at Harley cave.
