02-22-2019, 06:16 PM
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TOMMY DEVITO
[div style="width:235px; min-height:1px; padding:px; line-height:110%; text-align:justify; color:#7d484d; font-size:10pt; font-family:arial;word-spacing:24px;margin-top:-30px;"]I'D RATHER LAUGH WITH THE SINNERS THAN CRY WITH THE SAINTS
Tommy was quite used to the criticism. Whether it was people lecturing him on the health problems that came with smoking to simply being scolded for the stinky smell, he had heard his fair share of bullshit from people. Frankly, he didn't give a shit. So, if some fourteen year old kid felt like yelling at him for his habits, then he'd let him. Not that it would bother him in any way.
Tommy glanced over at Brendan, nestling the cigarette in between his fingers, and he snorted, "I am smokin' somewhere else." He shifted so that he leaned against the wall casually. "Told me I couldn't light up in there, so I came out here. Got a problem wid' it?"
And, spitefully, pettily, he then proceeded to take another drag of his cigarette.
( jfc my muse is hoRRIBLE )
Tommy glanced over at Brendan, nestling the cigarette in between his fingers, and he snorted, "I am smokin' somewhere else." He shifted so that he leaned against the wall casually. "Told me I couldn't light up in there, so I came out here. Got a problem wid' it?"
And, spitefully, pettily, he then proceeded to take another drag of his cigarette.
( jfc my muse is hoRRIBLE )
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MY BOY, MY BOY, MY BOY DON'T LOVE ME LIKE HE PROMISED
[align=center]my boy, my boy, my boy â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€ he ain't a man and sure as hell ain't honest