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This summer or later this spring "the guys" (translation: my sweetie's RPG gaming group) have volunteered their cigarette smokers for when we get a great day for it. I'll get a big bottle of bubblestuff, they'll blow me smoke bubbles from my balcony, and I'll stand down in the front lawn like a huge dork, camera in hand, leaping after smoky bubbles. I might even be able to leave the other camera with someone upstairs so I have pics of me chasing bubbles to amuse my parents with.
Good thing the neighbors all think I'm 110% insane already...if they knew how spoiled freakin rotten I am too, there might be a riot.
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