...I find out the lighter is out of fuel?

Ya know? You get all comfortable and BAM! A wrench gets tossed into your plans.

@#@!$^&*%#%!

Probably spent on long distance talking to some nutjob on the West Coast yeaterday.

(worth every penny)

Because you're too much of a **** to demand a smoking room... with a smoker cloaker and an exhaust fan... who wears the pants in your family 8track? Huh? Huh?

Now grow a set and tell that woman you want a smoking room, RIGHT NOW, and you WON'T take NO for an answer.

If she says yes... you're in there. If she starts yelling and throwing stuff, you were just kidding.

I have a plan where all my long distance is unlimited to the US and Canada (like I know someone in Canada).

Doesn't cost me anything extra if I talk to you for 3 days.

My wife is overall cool. When we first looked at the house we bought, I saw the finished basement and told her "You have total reign over anything and everything upstairs as far as colors, style, decorating, the whole thing. But the basement is mine. Deal?"

She agreed.

I'd have to declar war, win the war, and get a better peace treaty.

Let me think about it.

No big deal. It was great talking with you.

islandstixathawaiidotrrdotcom

Use their own tactics against them...

I'm smoking a Partagas Serie D #2 right now.

MACS- I hate you.

Attaboy grasshopper... the force is strong with you. Soon you will hate everyone... just like me.

You are wise.

Just snap your fingers and somebody will come running with a light.]

Charlie

The wife would throw my lighter fuel at me.