Tell me to stop smoking and I will call you a Nazi.
Not really, though. In all honestly, I really want to quit (ah, so I am finally in the ranks of smokers-who-want-to-quit-but-can't) because breathing has become hard work. A big factor of why I'm not quitting is because I turn into Mrs Hyde when deprived of nicotine. Another factor is because I can't stand the holier-than-thou attitude of anti-smokers. Non-smokers are cool, they exercise the right to choose. Anti-smokers are like certain kinds of Christians (so this is the part where I offend more than one sector of civil society. I'm efficient like that). We're Christian so you MUST be too, here's a cross down your throat.
Long story short, if you persecute smokers, you are carrying on the healthy tradition of the anti-smoking movement in Nazi Germany. So, you know, fuck that. Light up and lighten the fuck up.
Similarly, I am starting to resent joggers. Showing off your healthy lungs in front of me, ya damn jerks.
Long story short, if you persecute smokers, you are carrying on the healthy tradition of the anti-smoking movement in Nazi Germany. So, you know, fuck that. Light up and lighten the fuck up.
Similarly, I am starting to resent joggers. Showing off your healthy lungs in front of me, ya damn jerks.