The Smoky Glove of Winter
Blacktable reviews the week that was, and Stephanie gives a D+ to:
GLOVES THAT REEK OF SMOKE: Every year it's the same thing: I buy a brand spankin' new pair of gloves (preferably black leather) to protect my delicate, alabaster-white fingers from the oncoming winter. I tell myself that I will not smoke in these gloves, that the smell will stay in them forever, eventually rendering them the object of my distaste. But when the first ass-freezing day comes along, there I am: puffing away, all care thrown to the wind, cigarette clenched in gloved fingers. And yeah, the gloves fuckin' stink now.
