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To me if they have money to buy cigarettes they aren't broke.
My one friend was over and my Dad happened to need to deliver some furniture to somebodies house. Just a simple bedroom set. He bitched so fricking much about lifting the dresser, when I was supporting most of the weight. And it was nothing, and I'm not a fit strong guy at all. He has never had to lift furniture made completely out of rosewood, butcher blocks, large pieces of marble or slate, or large stones.
I don't know, some of my friends are just little bitches and they really annoy me.
And my older friends are no better. I'll go to parties and they just try to get me drunk as fast as possible, and we end up throwing shit at eachother and hitting eachother.
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