CREEPY CORNER: Some People Give You Flowers, Some People Give You Stories That Make You Afraid of the Bathroom
"You should tell those creeps about my bathroom ghost." Why is it ALWAYS the bathroom?
I've written about my longstanding love of nicotine before. Well, here's my healthy-ass update.
Does my one cigarette per month truly shove me into the same category as the woman lying in a hospital bed, speaking through a tube, talking about how she lost her left foot from smoking? I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think so.
Warning: This article was written under the duress of quitting smoking, so expect strong language, inflammatory accusations, and easily provoked crying.