7&7's Amstel Lights, and other fun such...

There was a news report on ABC tonight, they are doing like a whole week of stuff on smoking and lung cancer and oh how gee, its not the glamour cancer, like breast cancer is, with all the pink ribbons and such. And Marlboro turns 50 years old today. And we lost Peter Jennings to it. And 25% of today's highschoolers smoke...

Yaddayaddayadda!

OF COURSE ITS NOT THE GLAMOUR CANCER - YOU GIVE IT TO YOURSELF LUNKHEAD!

By Wasting what $3, $4 a pack for cigarettes! I don't get it! I worked retail gang! I sold the damn things from age 6 to age 26, and I STILL cannot believe how sane people can choose between feeding there family & cigarettes! And believe me those people exist and are EVERYWHERE!

The Marlboro man is 50! No he's not, he's DEAD! Died in a cloud of his own God-foresaken toxic fumes!

I'm sorry, I dont like to pontificate, but err, that urked me.

So, screw it, I'm gonna pour me a Jack & Ginger and work on giving myself LIVER CANCER! Or at least cirhossis [forgive my spelling]. After all that should only take what? five years off my life instead of ten.

Mood: Cranky [gee, cant you tell]
Song: Mr Brownstone by Guns N Roses

~Finn