Went to a dive. Friend's birthday. 40th. She wanted to go to a dive...you know, karaoke, beer and cigarettes. Rednecks. TIGHT Jeans (32s that should be 36s-with the shirt tucked down below the belly fat) and "cowboy" boots. Thing is...I did not want a cigarette the entire 6 hours I was there listening to boot skootin' and girls screaming while dry humping each other. I actually Never want to smoke again...It made me feel a little sickly. I am not going to smoke again. I am probly not gonna go to a dive again either. (I used to go to this dive~when I smoked...and had a perfectly good time!). It's like cigarettes hypnotized me. Not any more.
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