Ug, sp tell me, what was it about your house that made an enema bottle so easily available?
All I know is that there was one hanging in the bathroom quite frequently, and it had a long, removable, hose-like tube that my sister and I would stick out of the window and blow smoke through, and now let's move right along and forget I even mentioned it.
But smoke would still rise from the burning cigarette itself, it occurs to me. You'd think that would have left a tell-tale scent. I don't remember ever getting caught, though.
I remember that the first teenagers I ever knew who smoked were a pair of twins who were counselors at a summer camp I went to, Susie Pusey and Polly Pusey. I was dazzled at their sophistication and yearned to be old enough so that I could emulate it, but then I never did.
AND I'M AN EX-SMOKER! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT????? :-)
er... I'd better check that study, it means something about you, but I forget what. Because I'm so sweet. |
