1 thought on “The Complainer”

  1. I have a friend like that – a bunch of us headed to NYC for an evening of drunken excess. The next morning, he was complaining about cigarette holes in his jacket…we had to remind him that everytime he’d light up a smoke, he’d try to hang on us, and we’d push him away; he was making the holes with the cig he had in his hand.

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