Dang, you guys. Seriously. Broad daylight in Los Angeles, buying ciggies at a liquor store. If this chick didn’t have wealthy, famous parents and a super-young-ish step-dad, we’d all just say, “Why is that hooker smiling?”
Jaaayzus. Just because you have a
chin the size of Texas contract with fashion house Badgley Mischka does NOT mean you can DO this kind of crap. Honestly.
Get it together girl, because it’s NOT cute.
Oh, and p.s. — I actually GOOGLED “hardcore cigarettes”, so I could have a decent reference. The lengths I go to for alla y’all.
Your homework, though, is to question your British chums about what a toss-piece is…