Smoking is literally the best thing that has ever happened in the history of the universe. Not only did smoking invent happiness, but it also is the reason why houses keep you safe from rain and giraffe rape. Every cigarette you smoke makes you stronger and your ♥♥♥♥ bigger. Hitler was a non-smoker and look at how that turned out, he was only able to kill about 10,000 Jews. His non-smoking made him weak and foolish. Simo Hayha killed 700 Russians with 7 cigarettes tied together with scotch tape, historians claim it was a Nagant but that is incorrect. He also survived an anti-tank round to the face because the cigarette he was smoking deflected it. Cigarettes are made of air, water, bread and joy all put together. The reason we go to heaven when we die is because it is a cigarette. Studies conducted by people better than you prove that there is a direct correlation between not smoking and being a gay ♥♥♥♥♥♥. Don't be a gay ♥♥♥♥♥♥, smoke. Smoke everything.

I find the way he speaks to me at night tantlizing. His way with words is a testament to his intelligence. The way he kisses my neck before we make love send shivers up my spine. Some call our love wrong. I call them wrong. They don't understand how strong our love is. I can picture our two story brick home with white picket fence and two and a half kids. May or love last as long as the stars you long to visit.

I find the way he speaks to me at night tantlizing. His way with words is a testament to his intelligence. The way he kisses my neck before we make love send shivers up my spine. Some call our love wrong. I call them wrong. They don't understand how strong our love is. I can picture our two story brick home with white picket fence and two and a half kids. May or love last as long as the stars you long to visit.

I find the way he speaks to me at night tantlizing. His way with words is a testament to his intelligence. The way he kisses my neck before we make love send shivers up my spine. Some call our love wrong. I call them wrong. They don't understand how strong our love is. I can picture our two story brick home with white picket fence and two and a half kids. May or love last as long as the stars you long to visit.

I find the way he speaks to me at night tantlizing. His way with words is a testament to his intelligence. The way he kisses my neck before we make love send shivers up my spine. Some call our love wrong. I call them wrong. They don't understand how strong our love is. I can picture our two story brick home with white picket fence and two and a half kids. May or love last as long as the stars you long to visit.

I find the way he speaks to me at night tantlizing. His way with words is a testament to his intelligence. The way he kisses my neck before we make love send shivers up my spine. Some call our love wrong. I call them wrong. They don't understand how strong our love is. I can picture our two story brick home with white picket fence and two and a half kids. May or love last as long as the stars you long to visit.