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Dill Breaker

I have often pondered if I could possibly love anything in life more than I do Claussen dill pickles. You can go a lot of different places with that statement, but the answer will always be no.

I fucking love dill pickles with every fiber of my being. I love the halves, I love the spears, I love the mini ones, I love the wholes ones more than Snooki ever could and I even love those delicate little sandwich slices… so delicious in my mouth. My affinity for dill pickles began as a child and continues to grow with age. If it was still appropriate to get a side of pickles that was bigger than my actual meal, I would be ALL OVER DAT!

A few weeks ago, knowing pickles make my heart skip a beat, my boyfriend brought home  “hot and spicy” pickles from the grocery store. “I can get down with that,”I thought… I don’t mind spicy things and it’s still a dill pickle after all.

WRONG!

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These pickles were created in hell. The first crunch is pleasant, but then comes the burn. This lingering burning can only compare to what it must feel like to hold a lighter to your tongue… it’s so awful… so so awful. *sniffle sniffle tear* Just the sight of these “demon things” in the refrigerator makes me frown and shake my head from side to side.

Its taken me a little while to recover from this experience, but I would never walk away from dill pickles, ever… not even if my boyfriend tries to light my mouth on fire.

-You can find Satan’s dill pickles in the sadistic isle of your local grocery store.-

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Sight Seeing at the DMV

One of my top seven pastimes is people watching. Especially during moments when I’m somewhere I really don’t want to be… like the DMV or Tag Office. During the dreaded annual trip to the Tag office, instead of getting frustrated playing the eternal waiting game, I use that time to look around me and see what funny I can find and before I know it, it’s finally my turn to meet with the Wizard of Plexiglas and hand over 50 forms of identification and my soul.

Here are some findings/observations from my last trip to the Atlanta DMV/Tag Office:

  • In moments when you can’t escape, there’s always a crying baby
  • If you’re wearing a dress, keep your legs crossed tightly to avoid stares from the old man with x-ray wonky eye
  • No one on the planet looks good in fluorescent lighting
  • Some fun games to play are: Count the fitted Caps, Tic-Tac-Ghetto or Where’s Moo Moo?
  • Fat guy in a size shmedium shirt
  • Lots of ladies doing the Z-Snap believing the attitude will make the line move faster
  • Purple shirt, purple shorts, purple socks, purple shoes
  • Young fellow with an entire bottle of hair gel in his hair and newly developed scumstache, as seen here:Image
  • Old hippie with a tie die shirt that says: “I’m on island time”
  • A twilight zone of sandals and socks
  • Security guard, alternating between texting and falling in and out of consciousness
  • SKULLET!!
  • Woman sitting to my right, clipping her fingernails and then tossing the clippings into her purse
  • Middle aged woman who keeps asking if the number being called is her number, as somewhere along the way, she never learned how to count …or read

Ahh yes, nothing like waiting around in a room full of strangers that don’t want to be there either. After making your way to the front of the line at last, don’t be surprised if you’re mysteriously missing some required form, sending you stress twitching and dragging your feet back to the end of the line…which has now doubled in length. Do your best to try and find something to make you laugh during life’s terrible moments, even if it’s laughing at someone else’s expense (other people are probably making fun of you in their heads too.) Whenever dealing with government offices, always clear your entire day and while you wait, sit back and enjoy the show.

See you all in Hell!

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Asses to Asses

An obnoxious popular topic of conversation swirling around in computer land, accosting me from magazine covers and burning my ears in face to face lip flap, are the Kardashian Klan. No matter how hard I try, there seems to be no escaping their frozen faces, pregnancy issues, photoshop scandals, diet pill scams, shameful shoe dazzling and marrivorce’s. Their cellulite will probably have it’s own show on E! soon. *SHUDDER* The Kardashian’s are like the ‘The Song That Never Ends’… they’re a higher level of annoying, they make me want to punch someone in the face and they’re extremely difficult to get out of your head.

Someone recently asked me what I would do if the zombie apocalypse happened, and after a brief moment of pondering, the answer was obvious. I would make my way to the Kardashian/Jenner compound, locate the threats to humanity and assuming they’ve all become air headed parts of the living dead, it would be kill time. Who wouldn’t love to impale a zombie Kardashian? Especially, the one who spawned them all… the devil in the collagen flesh… Kris Jenner.

Who’s with me?!

(yes, I made this myself.)

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Madison.IS.ON.

Hello one and all! My apologies for the extended delay in posts as I’ve been sitting at the Atlanta DMV, waiting for my number to be called, for the last three months. But finally, as the flip flops turn to boots, stepping on crunchy looking leaves, I am back! (and bursting with things to share.) Miss Lippy will be striking again shortly, get your eyeballs ready. (and look at this funny picture of a cat in the meantime.)Image

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Your Daily Dose of Vitamin Crazy

5hourenergyturnsyouintoavelociraptorEVILI am a very talented sleeper. I take pride in my ability to Rip Van Winkle anytime, anywhere. I’m the person that sits down in my seat on an airplane and am immediately unconscious for the duration of the flight, so God help you if I’m in the aisle seat and you gotta pee.  I even chose to live in Spain for a year, mostly because they literally have naptime built into their daily culture. It was magical.

Unfortunately, I can’t make a living by being unconscious, so like most human beings I resort to caffeinated beverages to keep my eyes open and reluctantly keep my flying dreams at bay. I’ve tried most everything, coffee, tea, Redbull, Monster, NOS… whatever. Redbull tastes like puking at a frat party and everything else just tastes like artificially flavored enthusiastic desperation. I had heard chatter about 5-Hour Energy, a low calorie, natural, fruit flavored energy shot, from some of my fellow over-stimulated peers and one day while at lunch I was accosted by a 5-Hour Energy promo van with free samples, so I decided to give it a try.

I opened the tiny bottle and took a sip. At first, it was pretty pleasant… mostly because it tasted like Dimetapp and that shit is just delicious. I drank the rest of the bottle, which only took like 11 seconds because it’s about the size of a leprechauns pinky, and then waited for this supposed “energy” to kick in. After a few minutes I began to think it was all a gimmick and nothing was going to happen and then, just like an ASPCA commercial, there was no escaping it and it ruined my whole day.

I don’t know why they call it “5-Hour Energy”, they should call it what it really is… 18-Hour Liquid Insomnia with a 6-Hour rush of anxiety… 24-Hour Misery. When it “kicked” in, it literally felt like I was suddenly possessed by the Incredible Hulk. I couldn’t make direct eye contact with anyone and I had to consciously remind myself to blink. I was nervous, my skin was flushed and I had somehow developed a stutter. I couldn’t sit down and I couldn’t figure out what to do with my hands… so I walked around like a Velociraptor for the majority of the day. I was overwhelmed with the urge to alternate between lifting up cars and calling my mom and crying. I felt like the soundtrack to my life was one thing and one thing only… MEGADEATH.

I had finished the work I had needed the said energy for hours earlier, but 5-Hour Energy wasn’t through with me yet. I understand now why they say “Hours of energy now, no crash later” because it will literally remain coursing through your veins long after it’s served its purpose. The only times I ever pray are during take off and landing, and/or that the Kardashians will disappear into a black hole. This day though, as I laid in my bed, frowning and shaking my head as I wept at the ceiling, I prayed over and over for the hell to end, making all kinds of promises to the powers that be if only I could just fall asleep. My friend also drank a 5-Hour Energy that day too and texted me at 1:30 the following afternoon with, “Yup, still haven’t slept.” At least I wasn’t alone.

Always read the label of things before you consume them. If a teeny tiny bottle of something has 3000% of your daily value of anything listed as an ingredient, it’s probably a very bad idea. But don’t take my word for it, experience an Incredible Hulk possession for yourself! 5-Hour Energy can be found next to other impulse purchases at a Super Wal-Aid-Tar-Shell Pharmacy Station Store near you. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Life Lessons from Horror Movies

**HeLLo… WE’RE GOING TO PLAY A GAME…**

–Choose your dolls carefully.

–Pay attention to creepy foreshadowing.

–Never, under any circumstances, go into a basement or an attic alone.

–Keep your eyes on the road.

–Avoid men who are way too involved with their mothers.

–If you’re going to hide, choose a creative spot… NOT under the bed, in a closet or somewhere where everything is hidden except for your feet.

–Any stepmother is bad, no matter how nice she may seem, she is evil in some way.

–The girl floating on the inner tube will be shark victim #1.

–The old, fat, sweaty man wearing nothing but overalls is gonna getcha.

–Never set foot in an abandoned mental institution if you ever want to see the light of day.

–If an old man and a little boy are making direct eye contact with each other for an uncomfortably long amount of time, they’re probably communicating telepathically and it’s time to change all your plans… unless you want to get caught in a slow motion flash flood of blood.

–If you stop to pick up a hitchhiker, you are suicidal.

–When you finally think the coast is clear, don’t forget to look UP.

–If there are no other people staying at a motel on the side of the road, neither should you.

–Never stand right next to the edge of the bed, EVER! The only safe way to get in and out of the bed, is by running leap or long jump.

–If there’s a legend of a ghost or hook handed serial killer appearing after you say their name repeatedly into the mirror, don’t try it… for the love of God.

–Step 1: Creepy gas station Step 2: Violent death

–People from the country hate people from the city.

–Sketchy rides aren’t the only thing to fear at traveling carnivals.

–Always keep your gas tank somewhat full.

–Stay away from cornfields.

–Remember, everyone has secrets.

–Always make sure you lock the doors and windows.

–Clowns live down in the sewer, where everything floats.

–Don’t wander through unfamiliar woods, especially when you’re tripping.

–Nothing good ever happens at 3am.

–Before moving into a new place, always make sure no one was murdered or committed suicide there first.

–Don’t play hide and seek in graveyards.

–It’s pronounced SarDO! No Mr. … accent on the doh! (Not a movie. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.)

–Never bully anybody…they will always get the last laugh.

–Always use a nightlight.

–The only way to kill a zombie is by removing the head or destroying the brain.

–Vampires are very sexy and have a lot of feelings.

–You’re never safe on a lake, not even from sharks or piranhas.

–The hot, intellectual girl, who keeps her clothes on, dies last.

–If you’re black, using steroids or you’re having sex, you’ll die first.

–If the power goes out, grab a flashlight… and a machete.

–No one is safe from product placement.

–Don’t purposefully spend the night in creepy places.

–It’s not cotton candy, that’s for sure.

–If someone has a freaky premonition when they first get on an amusement park ride… get the fuck off.

–Adopted orphan children are full of surprises.

–Surprise! You’ve been dead the whole time.

–If you wake up and are trapped in an unfamiliar setting with a group of strangers, try and figure out what you all have in common and follow the autistic kid.

–Hiding under the covers doesn’t do any good.

–Never underestimate things or people that are half your size.

–Always check your back seat, bathtub and behind closed doors for things that could be lurking.

–Dead people can still call you on the telephone.

–Never assume something is dead. Making fucking SURE.

–Don’t investigate urban legends. Let that shit be.

–Any weird old lady is most certainly a witch, so be nice, be helpful and always keep your distance.

–Emaciated, flexible girls are the best candidates for possession.

–Never trust anyone with a lazy eye.

–Never stand in pools of water or you’ll probably be electrocuted.

–You’re not safe, not even in your dreams.

–Keep the one eyed monster in its cage, or you WILL be dismembered.

–Never go live with your estranged aunt.

–Always fear any man in a mask.

–If a deal sounds too good to be true… it is.

–If a door is bolted shut and hidden behind a wall, it’s probably for a reason… so leave it closed.

–The police will never believe you, until it’s too late.

–Electronic devices are the gateway to hell.

–Always look before you sit on a toilet.

–There is no place more unsafe than a cabin in the woods.

–Do a lot of cardio… you never know when you’ll need to run for your life.

–Good intentions get you no where.

–There’s nothing “fun” about a fun house.

–Keep in mind that every decision has consequences.

–Unless you made it yourself, don’t drink it.

–The scariest things are the things you can’t see.

–Keep matches or a lighter on you at all times, you never know when you might need to ignite some gasoline.

–Having a roommate = a very bad time.

–Stay far away from Eastern Europe.

–Keep your showers brief.

–Bad things happen to those who snoop.

–The Devil made me do it.

–Rock, paper, scissors…. butcher knife.

–Really pale girls with long dark hair hiding their face only want revenge.

–The sequel is only the beginning.

–If you don’t understand the language of something written in blood in a book full of satanic imagery… please don’t read it out loud.

–Real killers have ominous, anxiety inducing, theme music.

–Beware of the true campfire story.

–Never ride a tricycle down hotel hallways.

–Somebody always pees their pants.

— Indian Burial Grounds are not a joke.

–Senior Proms never end well.

–If at first you don’t succeed, you can always be on True Blood.

–Be very careful of who you invite inside your home.

–Never be sure of a squeaky door.

–They will always find a way for the hot girl to end up naked.

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The Buzz Word: Analyzing Alcohol

Different alcohols effect our personalities in different ways and bring out different sides of us with every sip. 10 years of practice, mixing, observation, trial and error and piecing together blackouts has provided me with the tools, information and first hand experience to comment on all things alcohol. I am no expert, but I may be a part time alcoholic. So, here is what I’ve observed about different types and brands of alcohol on a personal level as a drinking professional.

Tequila: Ohhh the wild wonderful world of Tequila. When you propose a tequila shot to a group of people you are usually faced with two responses, 1) A spring break style shout of “TEQUILA!! WOOO!!!” or, 2) an ‘I just smelled a terrible fart’ face distortion with simultaneous gag and side to side headshake while saying “Ughhh grossss, but okay, lets do it.”

If I’m overloaded with work and on a deadline and sending “sorry, maybe next time” texts to everyone, my friends know they only have to say one word to get me to come out with them: MARGARITAS. Some of my most ridiculous moments have occurred during tequila nights. Even if it involved flashing, very public displays of affection, climbing on top of parked vans in declaring of victory and doing somersaults down a busy street… I love tequila with all my heart.

Your biggest enemy while consuming tequila with your friends is anyone who is not drinking tequila, because you are all probably going to say and do a lot of embarrassing things and the person not drinking tequila probably won’t accept the “it was just the tequila talking” response.

Tequila is a party drink and it is meant to be enjoyed in excess. Ordering shitty tequila in a margarita is not a cardinal sin, but as your bank account increases, so should the quality of your tequila. Run away from any yellow tequila and into the arms of blanco/white tequila, chilled with salt and lime.

Jameson: Jameson is an acquired taste. I’ve concluded that in order to acquire a taste for Jameson though, you have to have a scrotum, a beard and wear either plaid flannel or khaki pants and boat shoes. This Irish whisky is the shot of choice for pretty much every guy I know and alternating shots of Jameson in between consuming beer is like peanut butter and jelly apparently, a legendary combination that should be passed down from generation to generation. Just not to me. Keep that shit away from me.

Rum: I don’t care if I’m standing at the North Pole in tube sox; if I’m drinking rum I feel fucking tropical. Rum makes me want to run around and dance and speak Spanish and be everyone’s best friend. But on the other hand, rum is a tricky little bastard and will sneak up on you quickly leaving you dead behind the eyes and slurring the words to “Poker Face” in everyone’s horror at Karaoke. Thank you for coming to my concert.

Beer: This frosty deliciousness brings people together. At the bar, during organized sports, tailgating. You name it. Beer makes everything better. Concerts, the guy you’re dating that won’t stop talking about himself, Taco Bell, human interaction and anything else that needs that little extra boost of awesome. A once shy individual may end up doing the “Stanky Leg” for everyone else’s entertainment or decide that they’re going to punch that wall if it keeps looking at them that way! Beer has turned from an adolescent misbehavior to an adult right of passage, a reward to ourselves for getting that project done, powering through a busy workday or for simply walking outside to get the mail. Job well done, crack one open, you deserve it!

There are so many different types of beer, each with their own story and stereotype which I’ll have to save for another blog, the only thing I have to say right now though is that I don’t understand how anyone can go out for a night of drinking and only drink dark beers, Like Guinness for example. Guinness is delicious, don’t get me wrong, but it is like drinking a five dollar foot long. Witnessing someone drink multiple glasses just blows my mind.

Whisky: I have recently entered my whisky phase and have worked from shots of Fireball up to Jack and Coke, which is impressive for me because I usually gag if someone is drinking whisky on tv, let alone if it’s in front of me. Whisky is fun, but makes me feel very entitled and aggressive. Whisky is like an archeologist re-discovering feelings buried deep inside. “Remember when you didn’t give me my sweatshirt back 8 years ago? I didn’t forget, I want it back.” It’s like I can feel my neck turning redder and redder with every sip as I huddle with my friends to decide a plan of action for the rest of the nights bad decisions and how best to end up passed out in the back of a taxi.

Wine: Deliciousness. There is just so much to explore in the world of wine. It pairs well with meals, makes you feel like you should lift your pinky up and crystal glasses are ideal for making beautiful music. Wine makes you feel silly, warm and in love with everything and then happy and then sad and then an slurring advice giver. And the side effect of drinking a glass before bed is sleeping like an infant. But, for those who lack self-control, wine can begin as a nice idea at dinner and then end up with you drinking out of the bottle and texting your ex-boyfriend that you miss his beard. Also, drinking too much wine is a guarantee for a 48-hour hangover of pure misery. If you are emotional at all, for the love of God, stay away from drinking wine and put the cell phone down!

Jagermeister: Jager reminds me of college. Having debates about its original recipe including deer’s blood and then twirling off to talk to other people. I feel like Jager is a shot that can be shared with minimal disgust amongst members of every drinking class without having to spend time discussing shot options, and more time drinking. I don’t know anyone who loves it enough to call it his or her “drink of choice,” but you should keep a bottle in your freezer anyways.

Vodka: There are so many epic mixology possibilities with Vodka. Vodka is great because you can hardly even taste it, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Vodka reminds me of pre-gaming with my best friends and taking way too many pictures of ourselves on photobooth and pushing sweaty guys away from us at nightclubs and dancing with each other. If someone shows up to a party with a bottle of Vodka, some serious shit is about to go down and someone may end up crying or peeing their pants or both. So prepare yourself, take some deep breaths and think happy thoughts because Vodka could probably make Mother Theresa hulk smash a motherfucker, it’s that powerful. Liquid courage turns into liquid demon rage very quickly. Watch out for jungle juice, because that shit tastes like skittles and rainbows and Swedish fish partying inside of your mouth but overconsumption will surely lead to seeing double and ending up with blue jungle juice puke stains on your carpet that can only be removed by replacing that shit. Drinking is expensive.

Absinthe: Drink with caution and prepare for the most epic blackout of your entire life. There are so many different ways to take an absinthe shot and thousands of different types of absinthe itself to choose from and who doesn’t love seeing shit get set on fire?! BOOM! It is a fast acting drinking adventure that will have you waking up, partially blind from the worm wood that is still in your system, with no recollection of how you got back to your hotel room and maid service banging on your door because check out was 3 hours ago. You may not see a green fairy per say, but you will most certainly be flying high out of your mind.

And that is all for now, bottoms up!

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Life’s Little Victories

Sometimes, it’s the little moments of victory in life that boost your ego the most. Here are 32 of my recent personal favorites.

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When you see girls from High School that used to be skinny and now they’re gigunda.

When you watch a mermaid movie and get the urge to go swimming, but choose to splash around belly down with your head under water in the bathtub instead.

When you think you’re out of food, but then remember there’s string cheese in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator.

When you find out the boy who ruined a decent portion of your life in High School is now engaged to an ogre.

When you bring home a guy from a bar that’s walking distance from your apartment, and the following morning he tells you he lives 3 miles down the road so then you tell him you don’t have a car and make him do the walk of shame.

When you freestyle rap and rhyme “midget” with “legit” and everybody freaks out.

Finding a ring pop in your purse.

When you find out one of your childhood friend is a porn star now.

When you’re eating something delicious in front of your friends and you know they want some, but you eat every bite, over-emphasizing how delicious it is.

When you’re picking your nose and realize that people are staring at you, but you continue anyways.

When you have everything you could possibly need… in your purse.

When you’re at a concert and successfully poke a guy in the butt and run away so he thinks it was the strange man standing next to him.

When there’s a Chic-Fil-A next door to your apartment.

When people keep complimenting your outfit… and you got it at Target.

When you finally have an opportunity to quote one of the 10 books you’ve ever read in your adult life in an intellectual conversation. Which is even more thrilling because 4 out of those 10 books were Chelsea Handler novels.

When you wake up in the morning and then realize you still have two more hours to sleep.

Anytime you eat Cooler Ranch Doritos.

When you get a mani-pedi and the little Asian lady massages your shoulders like a magical massaging panda bear from heaven.

When you and your friend both go into a public bathroom at the same time and you choose the only stall WITH toilet paper.

When you Tupac Walk away from someone to end a conversation.

When you’re unpacking and find your “Rocko’s Modern Life” t-shirt when you move into your new apartment.

When groups of people spontaneously burst into the theme song from “Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” in it’s entirety.

When you put your IPOD on shuffle and Missy Elliot comes on.

When someone shows up to a party with chips AND french onion dip.

When you give yourself a shampoo Mohawk and bubble beard in the bathtub.

When you decided not to straighten your hair today and you’re walking outside and it starts to rain.

When you think the cereal box is empty, but magically there’s just enough for one more bowl. THANK YOU JESUS!

When you say something funny at the perfect moment, and make someone spit their drink out.

When you put on an article of clothing you haven’t worn in a while and find money in the pocket.

When you’re eating outside at a restaurant and a guy walks by selling bubble blowers. Some may call it being taken advantage of in a moment of weakness… I call it spontaneous opportunity for nostalgic adventure.

When you have flying dreams.

When you read this post a year later and it’s still just as bad as you remember it being. Woops!

#WINNING!

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An Ode To Boobies

You’re close to my heart

And always by my front

This one goes out to you, my lovely lady lumps.

At the University of Fun Bags,

No one wants to pass.

We all hope for D’s in every class.

The secret’s out, Victoria

It’s your jugs.

Once they arrive,

Dramatic increase in hugs.

Throughout your day

You’ll get a lot more “hello’s”

If you show off

Your dirty pillows.

The all powerful pair,

They get shit done

Special treatment, promotions, free drinks and fun.

Dolly Parton’s sweater puffs

Pack a huge punch

On hers she can rest

Breakfast, dinner and lunch.

Bat your eyelashes

And push up your boobs

9 out of 10 times,

You’ll never lose.

When climbing up the corporate ladder

Cleavage will help you do it faster.

The twins always point you in the forward direction

And help get you into the VIP section

When the neckline is plunging

The boys can’t think clear

Excuse me there buddy,

My eyes are up here.

Boobies are something

The world loves to see

And they’re especially awesome,

When they’re in 3-D.

Pray for big knockers,

And hope God grants the blessing

Unless of course

You’re Deborah Messing.

Barbie has no nipples,

That’s a fact

But all in all,

Still a decent rack.

European beaches,

Heaven for the foreigner

Nobody puts boobies in a corner.

Often found painted

In museum pictures

And strangely resembled

By ceiling light fixtures.

They’re always supported,

Even when they’re not.

Three cheers for boobies,

Because we all know, they rock.

We’ll have no talk of man boobs though

That should stay quiet.

If you have those

You should go on a diet.

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Cigarealtalk

You can learn a lot about someone just by the type of cigarette they smoke. Like bumper stickers, they’re a great way to get to know someone without ever having a conversation.
What your cigarette of choice says about you:
Parliament Lights: You probably work in a restaurant, have done, or currently do a lot of drugs or you’re 17 and want to look cool but will soon become addicted and switch to Marlboro Lights.
Marlboro Lights: The Bud Light of cigarettes. You’re in between quitting or bumping up to 27’s, and you’re most likely a woman in your twenties.
American Spirits: For when you want your ‘smoke break’ to be 45 minutes long. Natural cigarettes are an oxy-moron too by the way, but whatever makes you feel better, hipster hoo hoo. Just because a soda has zero calories doesn’t mean it’s good for you.
Marlboro 27’s: You probably have a beard, wear plaid everyday and live somewhere cold and alternate between smoking 27’s and packing lips of Grizzly Wintergreen.
Marb Reds: You’re probably bald and wear a leather jacket and drive a truck. You’re unhealthy and want everyone to know it… next stop emphysema.
Virginia Slims: Seriously?! Vagina Slimes?? You’re annoying. Stop asking me if I have a case of the Mondays. Go away.
Newports: Well, you’re either black, from New Jersey or hooked on a plethora of drugs… perhaps even a combination of all three.
Clove Cigarettes: You don’t smoke very often, but when you do you want it to make up for all the damage you haven’t done to your body by not smoking regular cigarettes and you enjoy coughing up fiberglass.
Pall Malls: You’re broke and desperate. Time to re-evaluate your life.
Lucky Strikes: Ohhh you wanna dance with somebodyyy, and you like to wear things with fringe.
Camel Blues: You’re an art student, in the creative industry or a musician in your mid to late 20’s and have settled on your brand and only smoke other brands if you have to bum one. Also you probably wear Ray Bans and skinny jeans.
Any brand of cigarette in 100 form: You’re either a 65 year old female that wears fur coats, oversized sunglasses and way too much lipstick or you’re superficial and obnoxious and say things like “kitten” and “for realz” OR you’re a chain smoking writer with a Heineken in one hand and a cigarette in the other at all times.

Swisher Sweets: Pass it to the left.

If you roll your own: You’re either in jail or don’t trust anything you don’t make yourself.

That’s all I have time to analyze at the moment.
Cigarettes and shell art have two things in common: 1- They’re stupid 2-They’re OVER
Time to quit boys and girls. There’s cooler ways to die.
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