This reminds me of the time my mother tried to toss a cig out the car window. It hit the edge, flipped back inside, landed in the back, then rolled under her seat. She had to pull over and dig around to find it before she set the car on fire. Meanwhile, I’m in the passenger seat laughing my butt off and saying, “this is why I don’t smoke.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
As a young teenager I was smoking in the bathroom and my mom came in after me and asked if I was smoking because it smelled of cigarettes…and I said..“no!”
September 18, 2015