The owners kid keeps bringing his new puppy into the office for the entire day for the past week, and it's amazing to see how such a small thing can turn a 280 lb truck driver into a high pitched baby gibberish talking muttonhead.

So I'm cashiering right now and this fucking skinny douche walks in tight jeans wearing a Joy Division shirt so I know immediately I need to question his extent of listening to Joy. He walks up with a red bull and asks for American Spirits, at this point my skins fucking boiling. I ask, verbatim, "Do you like Joy Division or do you just wear their shirts?" He questions himself then says "I've heard some of their stuff". Psssh I guarantee he's never heard a fucking song. That's why I hate hipsters.

I remember when I was so pathetic that I judged people by their clothes

Being 13 was hard

Or their great taste in cigarettes.

Keep in mind, this wasn't a Metallica shirt where it'd be appropriate to wear it cause you've heard their hits, but to rep Joy Division and not know one thing about them gets me so mad. Kids a fucking poser. Swear to God If I see that tool again.

And American Spirits suck

The price sucks but I feel like I'm getting a particularly clean form of cancer when I smoke them. Better than Camels or Marlboros.

3,000 chemicals or nothing

I'll not let you impose your regulations on me.

Ever had Lucky Strikes? I only get those for certain occasions. Like a wedding or a party.

I like Lucky Strikes, but Spirits are my go to when I can afford them.