masseffection

Oi.. Got home. Layed down. Fell asleep.. until eleven o'clock PM.

In other news: I'm lame, thanks.

If you can get me a job, I'll be your slave for a week.

Ya'know, more smokers should take this song's words in consideration, especially if they're with a non-smoker:
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No muscle man; no candy cane,
No pack of sexy starving wolves,
No money talking, moonlight walking,
lady shocking big crow cocking..

Those ladybugs can go to blazes,
here and there go pretty faces,
all of this don't mess my stuffing,
only one thing got me huffing..

I'm jealous of your cigarette,
and all the things you do with it.
I'm jealous of your cigarette,
and the pleasure that you get from it -
and not me..

All this time you're talking, no..

No king, no prince with golden pinky.
I sugggest that we do something kinky.
No pilot flying private plane,
to smooch you on the hills of Spain..

No catapult to all night kisses ,
that old thing just always misses.
All of this don't mess my stuffing,
only one thing got me puffing..

I'm jealous of your cigarette,
and all the things you do with it.
I'm jealous of your cigarette,
and how you anna suck on iit -
and not me..

All this time you're talking, no..

I'm jealous of your cigarette.
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[music: Hawksley Workman - "Jealous of your Cigarette"]