No.
This is so pathetic...that it's just gone beyond patheticness.
And even further.
I have no idea how many times I have had to tell my friends that just because they choose to blast there lungs out with unnatural, intoxicating fumes, does not mean I want to. I seriously don't get the deal with smoking.
1. It tastes like shite...
2. It smells like shite...
3. It makes you look shite...
Now.
Try telling me what the deal with it is, and if I hear that pathetic excuse of, 'I'm stressed!' one more time, I swear someone will have the experience of some one really being stressed. What the hell is smoking going to do to stop you being stressed? Adding yellow teeth, rotting finger nails and smelly breath to a list of insanities sure ain't gonna help.
So, yeah, I nearly died quite a lto tonight. Passive smoking, knackerisation and motor mania....
Craig came up with his trials bike, which he drives on the road with NO number plate, NO license and NO helmet...the other night he got chased all the way to Manchester by a copper chopper....idiot.
Can' be arsed to write down the countdowns right now, cos I feel like i'm gonna fall asleep any minute, and I have to prepare myself in order to stop my head going through the fish tank.