Eventually I realized how responsible the brother was for his sister's fate. F*** this movie. Once you have a child, you realize how trusting they are in ANY authority figure, and the brother was a monster who knew better.

I worked in a cigar shop for 4 years in high school and college. The movie Smoke was my life. If I get shot and bleed out on the street, I hope my last seconds are spent remembering that glorious romantic otherworld that existed in tobacco shops before smoking was trashy.

THE TIME FOR BULLSHIT HAS PASSED

Ugh, I can't take it. Especially all the 30-something guys in my neighborhood who are feeding this to their kids like football dads.

Like hard bits that dig into your palm and prevent you from adopting a different grip.

What a crock.

memoir-cum-self-help

I once visited MIT and met the son of the leader of the Chieftains, who got me a signed copy of that album.

Or when Jerry Reed followed up Amos Moses with Koko Joe.

Frank Sinatra's version was the tuff-est.

"Milton Berles big book of five second chucklers"

Add pockets and grenades.

What's the point? You used to be able to win because you knew words, not slang. Now generations of skilled players have no advantage.

Still weak. You're calling someone out anonymously for being anonymous, and you meet the same definition. Your comment about me being a "random commenter" is like, #1 in the templated responses list. You can't even come up with a thought of your own in response. You just type the first thing that people typed back in…

Weak.

Define sockpuppet.

jesus christ, what a waste of time and Earth's resources. The series wasn't beloved by anyone. It was for pussies when it aired, and anyone who watched it was a dweeb. This was shit TV strung together with more shit TV (Must See TV lineup) and deserves to die.

Yours is any more revealing?

It's not the glyphosate, but the surfactants in the final liquid formula, that are at the root of WHO's report.

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