“Well, until you have smoke blown in your face.”
Oh, you poor, poor, soul.
Got a little smoke in you eyes? And on your anniversary too?
How about the animating contest of freedom, huh? How about let people be free? Ever thought of that?
Honest question. Has anyone ever blown smoke in your face? Ever?
Not in mine. . .deliberatly, but I tell ‘ya, it is getting tiresome to walk through the gauntlet of smoke from the dozen or so smokers huddled outside the entrance to the office building where I work. Warm days, not so bad as they walk around. It is the cold days where they cluster by the door that makes it a smelly activity just to get to work.
Lol, I haven't seen this much b***h'n and whining in a long time - well except from my six year old.