Well, I finally recieved my coffee flavoured cigarettes. It's a happy time, a magical time. If I can manage sex in a veyron with some jazz playing on the sound system at the same time as having one of them, I may have found a way to reach heaven without all that painful dying (not to mention the lifetime of good deeds).
 I'm in flavour country. Applications for sex are now open by the way.
I'm in flavour country. Applications for sex are now open by the way.