Menthol.It's like trying to smoke a bar of Ivory soap, isn't it?But I'm addicted to these fucking things.Maybe it's a self-punishment thing. My wife, excuse me, my ex-wife, once told me my tongue tasted like a fucking ashtray.“How the hell...

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Swallowed

"Oh-oh, here she comes. Watch out boy…"

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