Never have and never will. I don't see why I would spend money on something that does nothing but destroy my respiratory system.

Lel.

okay?

do you want a sticker or something?

every sticker in the world and more

i'm a grown up, verb

see, that's the sad part

you're a "grown up" in the year 2016, yet you still smoke

i don't care how occasional it is

most "grown ups" (like me!) have learned how to make better life choices than that--when they were 4 fucking years old

never smoked before

every time i see a pack of ciggies at work left behind by a customer, i toss it in the trash

why is sols name ramen noodles

The first pack of cigarettes that I purchased were lucky strike unfiltered, and I'm a better person than verb.

marb reds last september. wasn't the first kind of cigarette i smoked, but it was the first pack i bought. then i went to marb lights, and then l&m reds cuz cheap. now i usually buy the l&m's or marb blacks, and on special occasions, turkish camels.

Never smoked

My grandfather drilled  never start smoking in my head.  He passed away of lung cancer in 1999

Also does smoking really lead to cancer? 90% of my family and extended family smokes and the worst thing to happen is that they cough a bit.

Also does smoking really lead to cancer? 90% of my family and extended family smokes and the worst thing to happen is that they cough a bit.

Some people are more prone to illness than others.

Lots of people chain smoke for years, and don't get sick until they finally quit.

It all depends on the person, but the idea is that you shouldn't take the risk--and the bigger problem is addiction anyway.

Ah man, I remember when I first inhaled. I was at a party and there was this off looking clown performing magic tricks, feeling daring I volunteered to be part of the classic "box cut in half trick"

I had to lie down on this cot like platform and the magician's assistants fastened belts on my hands and the bottom of my chin for what I assumed was for added realism. This is when things started to go south,

the magician pulled out a pocket knife and a cigaret and when I instinctively tried to get away, I realized that the belts effectively made me immobile. He kneeled down at my exposed throat and proceeds to sniff it profusely. He then took the blade and slit my throat just a little bit. Then, in one fluid motion he stuck the cigaret in my breached throat and lit it, creating a suffocating sensation throughout my body.

As the cigaret discharged what appeared to be blue smoke, the magician gently leaned into my ear and whispered "welcome to the liquid police" luckily he let me go after security arrived and I've had a phobia of magic ever since.



Never smoke