What the hell is up with smokers on the move; Those people that walk and smoke at the same time.
I'm not one of those people that walks up to smokers and tells them to quit; unless your names are Fred and Liz. If you want to die a horrible death with the added bonus of bad skin and teeth, that is on you. Puff away, my friend. Alls I'm saying is, stay in one frigging spot while you smoke.
My mother has a tendency of making her rounds through the apartment with a lit cigarette. All the damned smoke makes it look like she's in Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video. Mom, stay in one room. No one wants the scent of Eau de Nicotine in the house. My mother's poetic response would be, "Shut the f--k up Cory."
The outdoors isn't any better either.
Hey smoker in front of me! Yeah, you. I know this might surprise you, but when you go outside there is something called wind. And, you see, wind is funny, because it takes things like the smoke from your cancer-stick, and moves it around so that other people who aren't smoking have to breathe in the poisonous air that just spewed forth from your yellow-teeth infested pie-hole. So, pick a damned corner, turn your face away from the general public, and smoke your cigarette in peace. Thank you.
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Additionally, there are those people who flick the butt when they are done with it. Someone flicked it right to Jeremy's foot while we were walking on Friday he said he was sorry but Hey A--Hole -WTF? Annnnd if you are among a crowd why don't you consider putting the burning part inward instead of outward there are many little people walking with their parents that have come very close to being burned.
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