Smoking. Arrgh!

“If the fact of my smoking bothers you, I suggest you take a look around you at the world in which we live… and shut your fucking mouth. Either that, or suffer a facial burn. Your choice.” -Bill Hicks.

“Look at you non-smokers. Bunch of self righteous whiney pukes. My biggest worry if I stop smoking is that I’ll become one of you.” -Bill Hicks.

(The above comments are jokes, please don’t take 'em seriously y’all)

On a side note, I was very curious about smoke blown out of a moving car, so I conducted an experiment. Going 65 miles per hour with the driver’s window open and a rather heavy rain outside, I noticed that all the smoke which was visible to me was sucked out the window when I blew it in that direction. I’d wager that any smoke that would’ve hit a passenger in the car with me would’ve been negligable at best.

FinnAgain–what, you have no faith in homeopathy? It’s not always good for you, you know.

I can’t help it that I have to smoke after sex in the car!!! It’s kind of like cookies with no milk! :frowning:

Besides, my car doesn’t smell like ass–I try not to fart while smoking…it’s flammable and explosive, you know.

My city’s no-smoking ordinance covering restaurants and bars just went into effect. I had dinner out in my favorite Mexican restaurant last night and it’s great - I can sit anywhere without being engulfed in cigarette smoke - no more waiting for tables in the “no smoking” section.

If someone wants to stink up their car that’s OK by me, especially if they fill up their ashtrays as opposed to huring butts out the window (a.k.a. “the world is my ashtray”).

I’m glad to hear you say this, and hope everyone does this.

An ex-friend of mine smoked around his four-year-old. I’m sorry, whatever defense you have of smoking evaporates when you’re talking about children. I tried to tell him once or twice, but how nosy could I be, it’s *his * kid? We sort of drifted apart, but I started it, specifically because of this.

Of course I don’t include pipes in this! Popeye smoked pipes! And cigars are more rare and somewhat classy. But cigarrettes are just…bleh.

What you want do is ask the smoker to see his pack of cigarettes. It the warning lable says it is harmfull for pregnant women, then dont worry about it! Unless your pregnant of course.

The smokers you want to stay away from are the ones who smoke those with warning labels about cancer and emphysema…those will kill you!

Shouldn’t that be udder? :slight_smile:

“My pack of cigarettes says “Warning: may cause low fetal birth weight.” Well, shit, I don’t care. You’ve just gotta shop around, don’t get the one’s that say ‘lung cancer’ is all I’m saying.” -Bill Hicks.

Even though you goofed the spelling I appreciate the senitment
andros. “For the love of Ithaka” - I like it.

And it looks like feppytweed got the message.

And, just so everyone knows, I’m an extremely considerate smoker.

Hmph.

When Ithaqua comes to suck out your brain, don’t come crying to me, imposter.

Ah, a Cthulu reference. I thought you were referring back to my previous post.

I know nothing of the Old One and am merely a poor, confused Greek Island . . .

I’ll slip outside for a cigarette now.

Pleased to meetcha, so’m I.

It’s destiny. Just where this Greek island is going, too.

Ok, I’m having a slow brain afternoon - I didn’t even notice that. :smack:

Hehehe… was that THIS thread?

Heck, I smoke regularly, only in the evening though, after work. I don’t get up in the morning and light up, but I’ve smoked and quit on and off for 25 years.

I don’t smoke in my house, except in my room with the window open.
I never smoke in my car, and I don’t let anyone else either. Its just too small of a space, AND my car has no ashtray!! When did that happen??? (although I’m glad, I hate that enclosed smokey smell)

But if someone is smoking outside or in a bar, I deal with it. If my hair smells like smoke when I get home, and trust me, it does, I wash it, no big deal.

And your parents were sparing you the TRUE trama of walking in and seeing them having sex! :eek:

Hey! I already posted that in this thread! I posted something first for once!

Ok, so I’m a an outdoor café today, surrounded by hedges and stuff. So there’s about 4 of us when one of them lights up. Someone else proceeds to start fanning the smoke away from themselves. To which they reply, “I can’t control where it goes!” :rolleyes:
Someone else comes down and sits with us, lights up, smoke heads in my direction, “oh sorry, I can’t control where it goes.”
What is this the new token excuse? What a fucken lame excuse. you can control where it goes by not lighting it up and making it go nowhere!

When my wife was about six months pregnant, some stranger standing next to her asked if she minded if she smoked. She said, “No; do you mind if I throw up on you?”