Pardon Me As I Puke
And so the story goes:
Ex- Smokers are thee Worst!
You see them everywhere as they act offended and either:
Walk faster in disgust or
Stop and exasperatingly explain how they stopped, and you should too...
Excuse me, I was actually trying to enjoy my smoke..
Are usually my thoughts on the whole deal
But to take it one step further,
I invited an Ex- Smoker over to hang out with me:
Dominos Pizza, sure why not...
Extra garlic buttter, no problemo!
As he sat saturating each slice
and quite precise at not leaving a dry morsel
We watched T.V. and talked
and that was nice
He looked at me quite stirred of emotion
and said these words:
I would kiss you but it's the smoke, I can't handle it...
Oh, OK
(thinking to myself as I lit up)
Oh how I enjoy you that much more my little cigarette..
as I blew the smoke away
sitting on the patio
A bit courteous was I,
and if you've ever heard the saying,
I got screwed and didn't even get a kiss,
that much played out as the night went on and on and on.
They next morning he rolled over and smiled sweetly
but the breath coming out from his mouth as he spoke
was quite vile,
like a varment had crawled in his mouth in the middle of the night,
and Died!!
As I acted like I was sleepy, and rolled over away from the fragrance of rotten pepperoni, and fuming with slightly aged garlic....
The lesson in all of this is:
Take a self check when giving advice.
Look for signs that your opinion even slightly matters to the one you are voicing it to.
and mostly...
If Smoking BOTHERS You, STAY OUT OF MY AIR!
Please....
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