This whole enterprise may, as many things do, ultimately crash and burn. We shall see.
If not, I could see it acting as a sort of catch-all for the inner-workings of the denizens of the apartment.
On cigarettes: after an experiment in rolling my own cigarettes, it turns out that pressing and packing 40 organic cigarettes cost me just as much as purchasing Kamel Reds from the gas station, and having them quickly handed to me by the attractive Indian girl that works there. The trade-offs of traveling to the state of Oklahoma and purchasing them from mongoloids will be calculated later.
Also, my cigarette tubes are called "Gamblers" and have a cowboy on them. Fuck if I know what those things are made of. Reds have a cotton filter, and are most likely not lovingly crafted in the Philippines like said Gamblers.
The most economic option would be to simply smoke less; however, this option is also the option that is the most unlikely option.
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