In Vegas recently I was sitting in a bar when a wrinkled hag with a smoke hanging off her lip shoved her face beside me trying to get a drink from the bartender
When I asked her to point her cigarette in another direction she said "get used to it honey, you're in a casino". I then told her to "get on back to your trailer park cupcake" and by way of clever retort she blew a greasy lungful of second hand smoke in my face.
When I asked her to point her cigarette in another direction she said "get used to it honey, you're in a casino". I then told her to "get on back to your trailer park cupcake" and by way of clever retort she blew a greasy lungful of second hand smoke in my face.
Now, it's not the rudeness that I faced from this wrinkled old hag that surprised me (you expect that kind of crap in Vegas), but why do smokers think that they have a God given right to exhale anywhere they please?
If I spilled a drink on your shirt would you chalk that up to me being a "drinker"? No, you'd punch my lights out, as well you should.
If I farted while sitting next to you, you'd think I was a pig
Why is it different for smoking?
Any of you lung cancer wannabes have a comment for me?
Everfresh out
If I spilled a drink on your shirt would you chalk that up to me being a "drinker"? No, you'd punch my lights out, as well you should.
If I farted while sitting next to you, you'd think I was a pig
Why is it different for smoking?
Any of you lung cancer wannabes have a comment for me?
Everfresh out