On Wednesday, I walked into the Roast of Manny Fernandez, shimmied through Dolphins players of yesteryear, and approached Nick Buoniconti. Apparently, he smelled Marlboros on me, so he chastised me in front of the Larrys (Csonka and Little). He told me he missed my mother, and then he made me promise not to smoke anymore. THEN I broke down crying my eyes out like a little baby and hid in the bathroom for 30 minutes. When I emerged, I ate delicious Chicken Marsala and watched all of the Dolphins Legends rip into one another. Manny Fernandez shot a BB Gun at Mercury Morris' table, which was hilarious. I have not smoked a cigarette since that night.
I quit. No Mas.
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