As I approached my apartment this evening, I spotted my oh-so-annoying bachelor downstairs neighbor lifting weights on his patio. "Well, there's a deviation from the endless hours he spends watching football," I thought to myself. I was almost proud of him for a moment until I caught a whiff of the distinctly pungent smell of cigarettes. Sure enough, dude had a cig hanging off his lip as he grunted his way to a better body...and black lungs simultaneously.
Call me crazy, but I don't think that's working for him.
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