I had a few ciggers this weekend. Now normally, I don’t think you could classify me as a smoker, but it does feel comfortable sometimes having a cigger in my hand when I have a drink in the other. I should be careful though – I’ll have to watch out if I start smoking too much (I’m no doctor, but Cancer of the Cancer doesn’t sound like good news).
The day I keep losing lit butts down the hole in my windpipe; I’ve convinced myself that tobacco counts as a serving of vegetables; and after I sneeze, my hankie looks like a Dalmatian – that’ll be the day I stop the social smoking.