During my day-to-day travels all around the distinctive city affectionately known as Bmore, I'm always on the hunt for road literature. I am able to assure you that I find a plethora. The line I found just yesterday was too good not to share, especially given the timing (my summer grammar class is learning the pitfalls of unreasonable modifiers).
On a subtle, dull yellow placard prominently positioned in front of a much-frequented gas station was this:
I will stop smoking with hypnosis.
Wow. Talk about your bad influence!
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