For Love of Nicotine Mood: cool Now Playing: Kongcrete
So my sister's trying to quit smoking. Mind you she's been smoking since she was an embryo....or at least in the womb...okay, age 12 really, but basically for a long ass time.
In high school we used to take our family dogs for a walk after dinner which was basically a euphemism for going for a smoke. Or we'd go for a 'jog'. She'd be jogging backwards in front of me puffing away. Craaaaazie!
So anywho, last time she tried to quit, I caught her sneaking a smoke....and she had a damn patch on! She was like the Wicked Witch of the West and Pastsy from Absolutely Fabulous had melted together in a bad montage. Did I mention she becomes super snarly without nicotine?
She actually prepped for the big 'quit out' by buying 12 brazillian varieties of suckers and lollipops to take the place of the schmokes.
I ask her how it's going.
"It's been three weeks since I had a smoke! Three! Three!" she replies rather shrilly.
Um...eeek! Crabby!
Erm. So how are the lollipops working out for you?
"I'm fucking Kojack I tell you! Kojak!"
I thought you were a lesbian?!
I know I heard her teeth snapping said Blow Pop to bits.....giggle.
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