they don't make cigarette flavoured or shaped pizzas
wellibob said:or the fact no fag shaped-flavoured pizza will ever excist !
Scuzi said:Go down to the tobacconists, buy yourself a paket of expensive premium cigarettes and a box of matches.
Go outside, find a seat and spark up. The world around you stops. You strike the match on the matchbox, the sulphur catches light and produces a wonderful flame. You bring the flame to the end of the cigarette dangling between your lips. As the sweet tobacco ignites, you draw the beautiful aroma of the premium tobacco into your lungs.
The nicotine enters your bloodstream. Your brain cries out in thanks, you feel cool, calm and relaxed. You are happy.
Scuzi said:Go down to the tobacconists, buy yourself a paket of expensive premium cigarettes and a box of matches.
Go outside, find a seat and spark up. The world around you stops. You strike the match on the matchbox, the sulphur catches light and produces a wonderful flame. You bring the flame to the end of the cigarette dangling between your lips. As the sweet tobacco ignites, you draw the beautiful aroma of the premium tobacco into your lungs.
The nicotine enters your bloodstream. Your brain cries out in thanks, you feel cool, calm and relaxed. You are happy.
I hate cigarettes.Edward78 said:Wow dude, you sound like you LOVE cigarettes in a way they aren't meant to be. Fags, it is funny they are called that in the UK.You do know what fag means in the US right?
Scuzi said:Go down to the tobacconists, buy yourself a paket of expensive premium cigarettes and a box of matches.
Go outside, find a seat and spark up. The world around you stops. You strike the match on the matchbox, the sulphur catches light and produces a wonderful flame. You bring the flame to the end of the cigarette dangling between your lips. As the sweet tobacco ignites, you draw the beautiful aroma of the premium tobacco into your lungs.
The nicotine enters your bloodstream. Your brain cries out in thanks, you feel cool, calm and relaxed. You are happy.
Scuzi said:Go down to the tobacconists, buy yourself a paket of expensive premium cigarettes and a box of matches.
Go outside, find a seat and spark up. The world around you stops. You strike the match on the matchbox, the sulphur catches light and produces a wonderful flame. You bring the flame to the end of the cigarette dangling between your lips. As the sweet tobacco ignites, you draw the beautiful aroma of the premium tobacco into your lungs.
The nicotine enters your bloodstream. Your brain cries out in thanks, you feel cool, calm and relaxed. You are happy.
Toekiller said:Then as you draw the sweet tasting smoke deeper and deeper, you begin to choke and convulse as you cough up both lungs.
Don't worry though. You look 'cool'.
Toekiller said:Then as you draw the sweet tasting smoke deeper and deeper, you begin to choke and convulse as you cough up both lungs.
Only if you're doing 31mph. If you do 30mph, the children skip merrily byDolph said:Holy hyperbole batman!
Presumably the path a car has taken is littered with the corpses of beautiful young children too?
Scuzi said:Only if you're doing 31mph. If you do 30mph, the children skip merrily by![]()
Scuzi said:Only if you're doing 31mph. If you do 30mph, the children skip merrily by![]()