One of my biggest pet peeves has got to be Smokers Breath. I mean the fastest way for a girl to miss out on a lil 7 minutes in heaven is to have a package of Marlboros showing in her purse. In fact Bitch ill make you leave the party. This has only actually happened to me once, but once was more than enough. Here I am a 3 time state tongue wrestling champ and this broad has the nerve to rip down a cancer stick 2 minutes before the match of her life. My buddies have told me about the “Ash tray” mouth, but they seriously weren’t kidding. It literally tasted like I went outside of work to the smokers ash tray and gargled that shit like Listerine. This is not just a story or thought, it’s a warning: I am drop kicking the next chick who kisses me after smoking one down to the filter.
PS: Same goes for dudes too. Not that I intend on smoochin you boys but I’m sure the girls aren’t feeling ur shitty breath. That is unless ur in a flannel shirt, cowboy hat and you are the actual Marlboro man himself.
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