Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Where there's smoke....

There is a Volcom backpack. At approximately 11:54 AM, I smelled cigarette smoke. It was after the devotional and crowds were large, but I managed to find the One. I'm not judging him; maybe his parents smoke and he just smells like it, or maybe he was just smoking a cigarette for a friend.

New conclusion: All people who have Volcom backpacks smoke.

1 comment:

Rachael said...

You often force me to smoke cigarettes for you.

Sometimes it makes me hate you. But most times it makes me love you more.