"Well Ms. Wisdom, please take a seat at my table" Sandra Wright said in her usual snobby way, loud and vulgar to tee off everyone else inside the smoke haze restaurant.
"Well thank you, I shall do so" Wanda said with a grand smile, taking a seat on the opposite side of the round table, loaded up with the stockbrokers usual everyday lunch of heart cogging, dear to be call food "I guarantee you, once you smoke Steetwalker Lights, you would never change brands . . . EVER!"
Sandra picked up the brand . . .
Mon Jun 21 16:37:41 2010