cigarettes, cancer sticks, smokes, my life...
whichever way you put it, these things are wonderful and have kept me from beating up all the stupid bitches i would have normally beat up if i wasnt so calm.
and just to let you know, if you dont like them, then dont smoke them. and if you dont wanna be around them, then go away. but dont complain about it. believe me, nobody wants to hear that and its a waste of breath from your precious lungs. so just shut the fuck up cause we all know its bad for you. nobody cares.
two luckys: one for good luck, and one for good fuck.
Something to put in your mouth so some ignorant fuck will come up to you and say, "smoking is harmful." Then the smoker can reply by punching the homo in the face or at the very least blowing a large puff of smoke in their direction.
A cigarette every now and then is a guilty pleasure. As another person said, smoking cigarettes on occassion (1-3 a day) or just socially is OK and not very harmful. Smoking a pack or even half a pack in a day is a sign that you need help. I'm definitely not going to make smoking cigarettes a habit, because I know how dangerous they are. I do love the taste of them though, but not enough to became addicted to them.
A cigarette every now and then is okay with me!
the biggest waste of time youl ever have. They dont get you high, they just give you cancer. For every cigarette you had, if you substituted it with weed, you would feel so much better and live longer. Fuck the cigarettes, go by weed, feel good and live longer!
Throw away those shit cigarettes and try some of that real medicine, youl feel much better after smoking an ounce of this.
mmmmmm delicious cancer sticks that have kept many people from dying
man im gonna kill someone if i dont get a smoke soon
how to say "i don't give a fucking fuck" without really saying it
yeah i got yellow teeth, bad breath, one lung, no voicebox, and stage four terminal cancer.
but i don't fucking give a fuck. i'll show you, pass me my fuckin cigarettes.
A cylinder of tobacco, the food of the gods, in a delicate and flammable paper, which the adept lights, like Carmen in the opera, and blissfully inhales the fumes thereof. These fumes fill her or his sexy body with a godlike transformation in which the petty concerns of the bourgeois everyday are seen as through a mauve haze that anticipates in the dreary world of everyday, the pleasures of the souk. The cigarette attests one's morality and thereby one's defiance of that morality, and it is truly said of the antismoker, the tears of the Philistine are the Nectar of the Gods.
Give me a cigarette, said Jean-Paul Sartre to Simone de Beauvoir in the Deux Magots. "You smoke too much", said de Beauvoir. Sartre said, you have contracted with me never to say a petty-bourgeois thing, nor to hold me to the dreary and suburban expectations of small minds. Are we not as gods, who must tragically, and in the absence of god, determine our lifespan by acting as committed members of a self-conscious vanguard? I know that Heidegger would call upon us to acknowledge the mystery of Being (Sein) in Time (Zeit) but we refuse the mysterious and peer into a desacrilized world in which sacrifice of short-term instinct must be examined, not for its utility to be sure, in a petty bourgeois spirit which again, I refuse, but for its worth as a gesture of defiance. Therefore give me a cigarette, ho.