The Man With the Magic Hookah
Knew a man once, bought himself a magic hookah off the internet. You can get anything on the internet. He bought himself this hookah because it was magic. Guaranteed, so said the ad, or his money back. He was keen to smoke on such a thing.
Should’ve asked for a description, is what he should’ve done. The hookah was magic, alright. Soon as he put a fire to it the magic started to happen. He took one deep breath, and the smoke turned black. His throat turned black. The short remainder of his life was one long coughing fit that carried him to his grave, black smoke pumping from his lungs to the last heave.
I do have to wonder why he figured a magic hookah was a good thing.
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