One night, gosh probably almost 20 years ago, I needed to go the store to pick up something and Joy asked me to get her a pack of smokes. I said sure, but then she said I’d probably screw it up, so she’d go with me.
We got in my truck and pulled out of the driveway, and I lit up as we headed down the street.
“You want one of mine until you get yours?” I asked.
“No, that’s okay.”
That wasn’t odd. Joy smoke(d) menthols and I smoked non. Generally you prefer what you smoke, so I didn’t think anything of it. What was odd, though was she kept looking at me.
“Why do you keep staring at me?”
“Oh, no reason. You growing your beard out?”
“What? No. Stop being retarded,” I said as I took a drag from my cigarette and BAM! The damn thing exploded, damn near causing me to run off the road.
Joy was howling with laughter. When she caught her breath, she said, “What happened? What’s wrong with your cigarette.” She started laughing again.
“Shut up!” I said. I tossed the useless smoke out the window and lit another one, ignoring my still giggling sister.
I damn near really ran off the road that time. The first one was bad enough, but no way I expected another loaded cigarette.
Joy was laughing so hard she couldn’t breath.
“You are such a bitch! I HATE YOU!” I screamed as I tossed both the newly exploded cigarette and the rest of my pack out the window. “GOD!”
“Wait, no! Don’t throw them out!” She screamed between bouts of laughter.
“It’s too late, why?”
“Because I only loaded two.”
“You are so buying me a pack of cigarettes when we get to WAWA.”
“It’s worth it.”
Yeah, it probably was.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N87x1T7QBmw