Avoiding schmavoiding! I’m merely painting a vivid picture of the hyper-reality in which Ronnie resides, one profoundly meaningless detail at a time. Or… something.
Also, llamas are cooler than camels. Everyone knows that!
When I was 15, I looked like I was about 19, and I used to buy cigarettes from gas stations for my equally-underaged friends. Only rarely was I asked for ID, and when I was, I could often talk my way out of it. Once, the clerk even asked “you aren’t buying these for minors, are you?” because I didn’t have, like, a “regular brand” or whatever.
Heh. Way to avoid trademark violations!
Avoiding schmavoiding! I’m merely painting a vivid picture of the hyper-reality in which Ronnie resides, one profoundly meaningless detail at a time. Or… something.
Also, llamas are cooler than camels. Everyone knows that!
Watch out, they spit.
When I was 15, I looked like I was about 19, and I used to buy cigarettes from gas stations for my equally-underaged friends. Only rarely was I asked for ID, and when I was, I could often talk my way out of it. Once, the clerk even asked “you aren’t buying these for minors, are you?” because I didn’t have, like, a “regular brand” or whatever.