I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD WHEN I STARTED SMOKING WHITE OWL CIGARS...AND 10 THE FIRST TIME I GOT DRUNK WITH GRANDPA AND MY BROTHER .
THE WORST THING ABOUT GRANDPA DRINKING WAS THAT DRINKING MADE HIS PISS POOR GUITAR PLAYING PISSER AND POORER ...IT SOUNDED LIKE SOMEONE WAS CHEWING ON A BLACK BEAR'S TESTICLES...WITH THE BEAR STILL IN THEM...WHICH , OF COURSE...SIMPLY GAVE ME ANOTHER REASON TO KEEP THE RUM COMING .
WHERE ARE MY FUCKING CIGARS , ANYWAY ???
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