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Have My Own Room
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When I lived in Charlotte, NC. We could smoke at Hooters. The girls tended to frown upon it (even the ones who smoked cigarettes), but it was allowed. If the girls were hot (most of them were not) we would smoke the smaller cigars to be polite.
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Suck It
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Blue Monkey, Memphis....85 people in there smoking and the guy comes over to me at the pool tables
and says..."I am not asking you to leave, but if anyone complains, I am going to have to ask you to leave. We don't allow cigar smoking in here." SO I told him not to worry, he would never see me again. And he hasn't. But he backpedaled and bowed and scraped about his qualification: no one had yet complained. I told him I wasn't about to wait it out, I was either welcome in his estab or not...which was it? Like I was going to stub out a Partagas Lonsdale cabinet sel. for his punk ass. |
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