"...It's just awful. He talks and talks and talks. And if he isn't talking, he's smoking his smelly cigars all over the house. I'm so sick of the smell of cigar smoke I could just roll over and die."
"The cigars are ballast, sweetheart. Sheer ballast. If he didn't have a cigar to hold on to, his feet would leave the ground. We'd never see our Zooey again."
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i like that you tagged me in this.
i wanted to get up and just tell you about this but i was too lazy, so i just tagged you in that instead.
don’t you hate it?!