The head shop (er, I'm sorry, "smoking lifestyle" shop) down the street from my apartment cards EVERYBODY. Even if you're in there every day and you look 100 years old, they still card you to even set foot into the place.
Believe me, I'm used to it by now.
uh... not that uh... you'd ever find me in that kind of place..
Believe me, I'm used to it by now.
uh... not that uh... you'd ever find me in that kind of place..

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