I saw a dude throw his cigarette directly into the storm water drain. On purpose. It's the type of thing that makes me want to say something, but I always settle on a glare.
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- The trek home, when the tube closes
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- Does it look big in this?
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1 comment:
Unbelievably enough, I used to put mine in the bin. I stubbed them out in people's faces first though.
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