Once upon a time in a land far away, was a man they called the smoker or so they say. Others called him the master when he would smoke, and on the first smell of it you knew he was not a joke. Soon people would come from miles away, that would continue each and every day.
When the smoker would open his lid, with his left hand he kept his secret hid. The secret to his smoke so people say, they would find out someday. The smoker would close his lid without sorrow, smile at the people,
SEE YOU TOMMOROW!!!!
When the smoker would open his lid, with his left hand he kept his secret hid. The secret to his smoke so people say, they would find out someday. The smoker would close his lid without sorrow, smile at the people,
SEE YOU TOMMOROW!!!!
