If you’ve met me, and you may well have done so, you’ll know me by my sunny disposition, snappy wardrobe, vertical hair and constant consumption of various stimulants that make me awesome. Indeed I was often advertised for my end of the pier show with the slogan “a smile, a song, a faint smell of Marlboro”. Well those days are over kids. I’ve quit. So naturally I wrote to Philip Morris to let them know.
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Think I stood in the wrong queue for adventure.
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