I could think like that, but freedom from my deathsticks is the last thing I'd want. Every puff I take ensures I stay enslaved - so I keep puffing. It may cost most of my money, it may be killing me, but I must disagree, it smells wonderful. Cigarettes are my life, they're worth standing out in the cold for. May cigarettes bring me an early grave, with a painful ending, sending me to the next world - where my faith in tobacco will be rewarded, an afterlife filled with eternal chain smoking.
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I could think like that, but freedom from my deathsticks is the last thing I'd want. Every puff I take ensures I stay enslaved - so I keep puffing. It may cost most of my money, it may be killing me, but I must disagree, it smells wonderful. Cigarettes are my life, they're worth standing out in the cold for. May cigarettes bring me an early grave, with a painful ending, sending me to the next world - where my faith in tobacco will be rewarded, an afterlife filled with eternal chain smoking.