Said Naomi, “Another doctor in a starched white lab coat told me I was going to be taking a six-foot dirt nap. That is, in about three years, I was going to make the old celestial transfer.”

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Laduma rolls himself a skyf. It's cheap Swazi and rakes the lungs, but it's skyf nonetheless.

Did the salesman tell you anything new, or was he just full of hot air?