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The internet was a mistake.
There are no new stories.
Back when I smoked I flicked my cigarette, rolled up the window so my friends and I could smoke a blunt, and I’m stoned like 5 minutes later, smelling something weird. I look down and I’m on fire. True story.
That’s not great, but at least your grandma wasn’t fingering herself on the back seat.
I’ll take a self-pleasuring granny over littering mfks any day.
