Walked My Ass Down To The WALGREEN'S!!!

[The Question]

And picked up a 5-pack of carts for my E-CIGARETTE, BYEEITCHEZ! BLU, mahFACKAHZ!

Classic Tobacco flavor, that is! HIGH-test, y'all! YEEEEEE MAH FACKIN' HAW! and shit. Y'know. :shrug:

 

[headvoid]

I like real fags. They are gorgeous.

 

[The Question]

I like analog cigarettes, too, but this property just went smoke-free. (that should be read as a much bigger frowny-face than TK has). So I have to go with the electronic cigarette for inside the residence now.

 

[Cassie]

What are they like? Are they satisfying at all? DO YOU WANT TO KILL PEOPLE?

 

[Filthy Whore]

Didn't one explode and set someone's face on fire?

 

[Dr Dave]

You went into a Walgreens, why that is Impressive. What next, putting on socks?

Good for your complex for going smoke free.

 

[CaptainWacky]

Do they have electronic heroin yet?

 

[The Question]

No, but they have snortable caffeine. THEY CALL IT COCAINE OMGWTFLOL

 

[The Question]

You went into a Walgreens, why that is Impressive.

'cause it was two miles away, in the rain, in the dark, while drunk. (Which is why I walked two miles in the rain at night.)

 

[Dr Dave]

My apologies, I stand corrected.

 

[The Question]

That's okay, the Devil's Cut kept me company on the way. Would've been Devil's Cut and my iPhone, but it was raining and I'm not sure how much to trust an Otterbox case to defend against rain.

 

[Filthy Whore]

Has your face caught on fire yet?

 

[Dr Dave]

You gotta be careful with such things The Saint.

 

[The Question]

Naaaaah. I'm much more likely to be eaten alive by zombie cheerleaders.

 

[Dr Dave]

Or angry Belgian hat makers.

 

[The Question]

Eugh. Yeah, I'm hopin' for the cheerleaders.

 

[CaptainWacky]

So are they!

 

[Eggs Mayonnaise]

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LOOKOUT, HE'S CONVERTING YOU TO SCIENTOLLHOUSECOOKIES!

 

[The Question]

Naw, byeeitch! Ah'm talkin' Wal-to-the-mah-fuckin'-GREENZ, yo! Aisle 6, REPRESENT! Ugh! Yiih!

 

[Eggs Mayonnaise]

In the Golden Age of the 40s and 50s, Broadway stars used to meet at Walgreen's in Times Square for lunch before performances.

They were solid, humble people back then. Also America's palette was shit.