by mrcookieface on July 11, 2005 · 1 comment
As well as vintage cigarette lighters and accessories.I’m quite fond of the Ronson Monkey Pick-a-Cig, myself.
I was once at a flea market in Independence, MO and they were selling an old wooden donkey that shot cigarettes out of its rear-end when you pulled on its tail. I left to find an ATM to get the money. When I came back it was gone. The weird part it, the lady there said it had been there for years. This is PROOF that my body is a bad-luck relic.
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