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Crushed cigarette ashes are a great dry lubricant for the segment, didn't ya know?
(Especially after a swig.
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Back in the old days, when computer monitors were green, I worked for a newspaper in Puerto Rico. Everything goes on deadline, and we would smoke in the business department while racing to finish pages. On Christmas, the paste-up people would bring coolers with beer and spirits and slip booze to the copy editors. Sometimes we had so much fun that the paste-up department put text columns in the wrong order.
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Reading what Typeset wrote made me think of these lyrics:
Those were the days, my friend,
We thought they'd never end.
We'd sing and dance forever and a day.
We'd live the life we choose,
We'd fight and never lose.
For we were young and sure to have our way.
If you remember these lyrics, you're probably as old as I am. Yikes!