There are things that I miss. I miss the Mattel Intellivision. I miss a good old fashioned game of pinball. I miss playing baseball in Kinneys field with the neighborhood kids.
Most of all, I miss smoking.
After three years without a cigarette, I can honestly say that I miss them every day. Specially after a good meal or while having a few beers.
There is nothing quite as satisfying as a cold Bud and a cigarette....
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These links are for you:
- Why do I have a nagging suspicion that maybe mom isn't telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth....
- Diesel Fuel and the Heroic Beavers would be a great name for a 1950s country/western band.
- This could have been a Monty Python skit.
- Why is it still "under investigation"? It's an obvious case of "redneck in the daytime"...
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