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Need help from former MFS (MyFreedomSmokes) customers
Has any found a supplier or company that has tobacco e-juice like or very similar to MFS Turbosmog, Tall Paul, or Red Luck?
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Thank you Wharf, the meat loaf was excellentAnd Tracy, I'm wobblin'!
haha Me too girl, me too!!!
Meatloaf, woot!
(As some of you know, pizza was my first choice...but I caved to tradition
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Hope your birthday was a good one, Moon!
Wishing you a happy, happy and many more!!
Wishing you a happy, happy and many more!!
Thanks for the birthday salutations everyone !!! I went out to eat turkey and ham and chicken and the rest with my mom and son, a generation on each side of me how great is that ? Thankful for that most of all I think. Thankful for y'all too hope each one of you is having a good one !
Thankful for y'all too hope each one of you is having a good one !
Am I the only one here that sees a contradiction large enough to drive a truck through?
Much belated Thanksgiving wishes to the Buzzards, and a happy birthday wish to Moon (I think I should know you, but I can't quite place you).
I had a relatively traditional Thanksgiving, Family at both elbows: my brother, his wife, my 83 year-old mother, my nephew Michael and his girlfriend.
Notably absent was my sister, who breathed her last a few years ago while resting between hedges outside of a Riverside, CA storage rental establishment. She was 56 and homeless, suffered from a multitude of physical and psychological ailments, not the least of whichyou guessed itwas drug abuse.
Her boyfriend had gone in search of foodTwinkies, Coca-Cola, Fritos, anythingand found her still and in peace on his return.
The only peace in its perfection, I suspect, she'd ever known.
The story that led to that is exhaustively long and complex; That she abused drugs was the bobbling tip of an emotional iceberg. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to untangle the split ends. I'll never get there. I'll never excuse myself for not lifting the index finger that might have turned her inertia another way.
Ann, Angie, Annie: she went by various. The Riverside homeless community knew her as Annie.
Are you there Annie? Can you hear me, hear the contents of my mind, of my heart? If you can, you know I'm inviting you to the Buzzard's Thanksgiving Party. To the best of my ability to do so, to put aside the trash that gave me license to permit your fall, I loved you.
Too much information, Buzzards?
Yes. I'm sorry.
I had a relatively traditional Thanksgiving, Family at both elbows: my brother, his wife, my 83 year-old mother, my nephew Michael and his girlfriend.
Notably absent was my sister, who breathed her last a few years ago while resting between hedges outside of a Riverside, CA storage rental establishment. She was 56 and homeless, suffered from a multitude of physical and psychological ailments, not the least of whichyou guessed itwas drug abuse.
Her boyfriend had gone in search of foodTwinkies, Coca-Cola, Fritos, anythingand found her still and in peace on his return.
The only peace in its perfection, I suspect, she'd ever known.
The story that led to that is exhaustively long and complex; That she abused drugs was the bobbling tip of an emotional iceberg. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to untangle the split ends. I'll never get there. I'll never excuse myself for not lifting the index finger that might have turned her inertia another way.
Ann, Angie, Annie: she went by various. The Riverside homeless community knew her as Annie.
Are you there Annie? Can you hear me, hear the contents of my mind, of my heart? If you can, you know I'm inviting you to the Buzzard's Thanksgiving Party. To the best of my ability to do so, to put aside the trash that gave me license to permit your fall, I loved you.
Too much information, Buzzards?
Yes. I'm sorry.
PI, I'm sorry to hear that about your sister. I'm sure that she is in a better place now.
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