It was like a single popcorn kernel popping.
It's a logic - got it at the drug store, sort of on a whim. One of my friends was working at the counter, and she found me a couple of coupons. Such a deal - I had been going to buuy cigarettes, and the ecig and a pack of cartridges wound up costing less and lasting about 3 times longer.
OK, so I just finished charging my ecig , put in the cartridge, took a drag, and it made a loud "Pop" sound. Does that mean it's going to blow up in my face? (It;s not so much the blowing up I mind, it's seeing Packard/faux Kenny vindicated.)
Please don't laugh too hard. I've only been doing this for about a week.
And somewhere on a Ouija board, the planchette is moving, and moving, and moving, and moving, and moving, and moving, and moving, and moving, and moving...and in a week or so, Luuv will have dictated his preferred title.
I remember reading in a book about Devil's Island that the prisoners would rub semen in their eyes because if they went blind, they wouldn't have to go out in the jungle to work, or something like that.
Is that where that saying comes from?
I'm so disappointed. This is not the whip I anticipated when I opened this thread, and I was so looking forward to asking if you'd gotten new high heeled boots to go with it.
You get no sympathy from me on that one.
My husband dumped me and took the kids the last time I was in the hospital. I had to move in with my father and step mother. I hadn't worked in 5 years, I was getting my meds tweaked, I was so broke that I was begging my father for cigarette money, I couldn't drive (cause reasons, all boring), and I was 40 fucking years old. If I can come back at 40, you can damn well come back at 30.