Little people get under my skin. Somehow their littleness suits them for the job. Littleness in maturity, courtesy, and common sense. Know the type? Inconsiderate, obnoxious, sassy little punks. I mean, come on, by the time you get to college, you're supposed to have outgrown all that.

So...anyway...how do you like my chimney? Just needed to vent. Sorry to make y'all breathe my smoke. Fortunately, it doesn't cause lung cancer, and I'm quite sure it's not addicting. But it might make you cough and sputter. If you don't like it, sit somewhere else. Fire makes smoke. That's just the way life is. And don't go putting water on it. I can let off enough of my own steam. :)
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