#crushball

[tweexcore-undrgrnd]

dregtones and shitty pack of crushball cigarillos down by the river because that's all they had at the store (???) . good afternoon everyone I'm winning once again

[incorrect-in-space]

Nora: Feely, the riot your students caused after the crushball match was unacceptable!

Vice Principal Feely: Are you kidding me? Did you see the pool? They flipped the bitch!

[staccato-fever]

Why Menthol Crushball is Popular Crushball Flavour for Cigarettes? – Crushy Balls

Banana crushballs are a delightful addition to the world of flavored cigarettes. Infused with the sweet and tropical essence of ripe bananas, these crushballs offer smokers a unique and enjoyable smoking experience.

VEDETTE

[novelnonsense87]

[bxbyt00th]

"The night before you dumped me, you told me that you loved me. So look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't love me now."

[mafianspit]

Henry Tomasino is that nasty man that would use Crushball cigarette and genuinely enjoy it

[creamsicle-art]

I made a game for the GMTK 2021 game jam! And in half the allotted time as well! How about you come and check it out.

[crushball]

“I wondered whether I’d have so vigorously documented my own story with some (much) bitterness if I’d been able to frequently see myself glaring back from within the stories I absorbed.”

-Crushball

[birdgremlin]

top 3 anime betrayals: taking a pull of your cig before popping the crushball

[pineapplexpress2021]

SWAN Crushball Fresh Burst Extra Slim Filter Tips

[dolldirector]

So I'm behind the counter in work today, and two girls come up to my till. One of them is for sure over 25 but the other looks questionably teen-ish. The older one asks me for cigarettes and this conversation goes down:

ME: What are you after?

OLDER: *to teen* What ones do you want?

TEEN: x brand

OLDER: x brand!

ME: We don't have that sorry

OLDER: *to teen again* Oh, they're out, what should we get?

TEEN: y brand dual?

OLDER: y brand dual!

ME: Dual? *holds up a pack* Do you mean crushball?

OLDER: *to teen* Crushball?

TEEN: Yeah

ME: *brings them over, speaks to teen* I'll just need to see some ID.

OLDER: Oh they're for me.

ME: ... (AHAHAHA HOW FUCKIN DUMB DO YOU THINK I AM)

ME: Sorry I can't sell them to you if she's with you and she doesn't have ID

OLDER: What?? I'm buying them separately, for myself.

TEEN: *hurries out of the store*

OLDER: There, she left.

ME: Sorry, store policy.

OLDER: *leaves in a huff* RIDICULOUS.

ME:

[incorrect-in-space]

Lloyd: I dropped out in the fourth grade to run drugs to support my nana.

Eddie, trying to not die from laughter: That means you haven’t known the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of middle school crushball.

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the funniest thing ever was like......i couldn’t hold an intelligent conversation with him. we were never on the same page about intellectual matters because he never knew what i was talking about. everything i was interested in, he was not. it was joke after joke after joke after drink after smoke, and nothing else of substance. and he made so many excuses as to why he couldn’t participate in intellectual conversations as an intellectual—“oh, my brain can’t pay attention. it just doesn’t work that way. there’s so much to think about all the time.” but what? think about what? surely, he did not think about the things that i thought about, but rather what drink to have next? what brand of cigarettes to buy when his pack of jps crushball blue ran out? when he could have his next bong hit without paying a single cent towards the bud that came out of my paycheck? what kind of friend is this? not a friend but a leech. and so i asked, “do you read?” and he said, “yeah, i read - if picture books count.” and i thought, “wow. who is this that i have chosen to be with? why?” it was low, but i remembered that when i was in 11th grade, my student advisor told me that i had enough credits to go to university and finish 12th grade at the same time. she would make it so. and then i remembered that i singlehandedly completed a capstone project which was supposed to be completed over 9 months in approximately 3-4 months and won a scholarship for it. i was handed a cheque at my graduation ceremony in washington dc. and i remembered all those new york times articles i read and analysed with my dear english teacher and all the times she said, “you are beyond your years, and i am so glad we can have deeper conversations about literature and current affairs and everything else we talk about just the way we do.” and i thought, again, “who is this? why have i chosen a mere boy who is so. there is much more that i can have, yet this is what i choose? shame.” it is true what people say - that we accept the love we think we deserve. (i hate that i finally have quoted john green for the first time in my life in this mess.) and i have no resentment toward anything else but his intellect and his hygiene. if i cannot hold a deep and meaningful conversation with someone, i cannot hold a deep and meaningful relationship with them. of course, someone that showers at least every 2nd day and changes their clothes and brushes their teeth and does their laundry would be great, too.

[novelnonsense87]