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Roland heard the van pull up on his driveway and started towards the door.
Letting the crew into his house, he was trembling with excitement. He ushered them to his lounge whilst babbling about coffee and how he hadn't been near a tobacco product in three days.
They never sat in his lounge.
They simply steered Roland towards his bedroom, stripping his clothes from him as they went. "Man, these babes are hot!", thought Roland, as his Bugs Bunny satin boxers were torn from his slightly overweight body. "Well, not that overweight, I can stand to lose a few pounds, sure, but it's not that bad", he thought.
After filming had finished, Roland followed them wistfully to the door. The name of the movie was going to be "The Bonely Guy", he had overheard.
Roland stood to make $50,000 from the deal, provided he quit smoking entirely. His neighbour, Nancy, had put him in touch with the nice folks at QUIT!... With Love. They had done an extensive assessment program, finding that Roland's greatest fantasy was to star in a porn movie. The proceeds of the movie would be split with Roland, if he stayed away from smoking altogether.
Funny, Nancy had started looking a lot like a fairytale princess, even sporting a new wardrobe and a tiara wherever she went, these days. Roland was sure he had seen her on Candid Camera, wearing her new getup, just yesterday. Nancy was sort of sweet, but dipsy, in a nice kind of way.
The business development manager from QUIT! had told him they had even cured one guy whose fantasy was to be frozen almost to death, and revived. That one had gone to a "reality" TV program. Most reality TV was the work of QUIT!, it seemed; including police and medical shows.
What the hell, it seemed to be working. They would be back for another scene tomorrow.
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Any plans to expand the list of vices? |
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I thought I had covered that in the text? Oops, that's better. |
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Shouldn't that be Candida Camera? |
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Nancy isn't into all that stuff. She's a 54-yr-old virgin spinster. |
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So Nancy wanted to be Snow White? |
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I'm really considering that "Queen of Everything" format,
I've just never had a vice before... do they hurt? |
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Vices only hurt if they develop a grip on you. |
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Or fall from ten stories. |
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explain please blissmiss- I'm new,virginal,pure,white as the driven snow- to the bakery I mean. |
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Welcome to the bakery, virgin. The sacrifice line is to your right. |
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Thankee FarmerJohn. I promise not to drag my ass- or anyone else'sfor that matter. |
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You're right, I should really be studying for exams next week. catch you guys later. |
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Nancy is into rubber-stamping, hand-painted cherubs and petty point embroidery. She also bakes a mean apple teacake. |
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Looks like you took a little time to look around and see the nature of how things work here, Avendra. Good work, you're many points up on me already. |
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And the amazing thing is that the HMO's will pay 56% of the fee as thier return is much greater in this arena. |
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What if your greatest fantasy was
to
smoke 1000 cigarettes? |
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Then you'd be a sad, sorry git with no future. |
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[MB]: 1,000 fags simultaneously = the Mother of all smoke rings. |
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What if your greatest fantasy were to abuse every known vice? |
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Okay, okay, I admit it. I'm a 4 pack a day smoker and I need some help. |
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And you deign to call ME a liar. |
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Heh. Busted. You're right. It's only 3 packs a day. So, can you help me? |
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Maybe 3 packs of lies . . . . |
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Well, it was worth a shot. That's a "no" then? |
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There is no conscience; merely the fear of being caught. |
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I'd have gotten away with it if it hadn't been for that meddling kid. |
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I very nearly joined the alternative group, "QUIT...with hate" the other day. The driver of the minivan in front of me flicked a cigarette butt out the window, and I almost rammed them before I got control of myself. |
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You should read the book "Sick Puppy," [Eugene]. I think you'd like it. |
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Did it have some clay wrapped around it, [Eugene]? |
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