This is Timon. Now I know what you’re thinking and it’s not pronounced similar to that famous Meer Cat from that Bambi-esqe movie about lions. He explained that it was like “Simon” but only with a T.
I still like saying it the other way but I’m sure he hates it so I won’t. Me and Timon talked about nothing but he was extra stoked about taking a picture for a blog about cigarettes.
He seemed like a good dude, I just wasn’t in the mood to chat at that particular moment. I kind of wish I had though. I’m sure I’ll see him again at the smoker’s stoop at the mall.
Timon, if you’re reading this, just know that I’ll be singing “Hakuna Matata” in my head if I ever see you again.
I have no idea who Laurie is. I bummed her a gritnasty during a set by the Black Keys (as you can see in the background)
I no nothing about her, I don’t know where she is now, and I don’t know if she can’t be a man because she don’t smoke the same cigarettes as me.
I only had a moment to ask her name, as she floated away in the waves of the crowd.
Peace easy stranger, see you down the road.
“ It’s not right to respond to terrorism by terrorizing other people. And furthermore, it’s not going to help. Then you might say, “Yes, it’s terrorizing people, but it’s worth doing because it will end terrorism.” But how much common sense does it take to know that you cannot end terrorism by indiscriminately dropping bombs?”
“ If you’re wondering how I smell so good, it’s because, instead of cologne, I’ve been using asparagus piss.”
Will you smell this and tell them it’s soap?