Relations,
I don't smoke and have not smoked a cigarette in several years, but at this very moment I want a Benson & Hedges Menthol so damned bad. I don't know what to say or how to explain this that I am going through.
No Cigars. I hate them and the memories stirred by the slightest scent of a cigar leaf.
Did smoke a pipe decades ago and have considered picking one up again. You know, the whole house shoes, smoking robe and news paper thing. My hounds resting at my feet. Ha! I think the wife and off spring would want to shed my blood behind this genius idea. Not really...
...it's just that I would much rather breathe than smoke. I don't want to suck on any more inhalers than I absolutely have to. Wait, my Right Good Doctor, He-Who-Knows-My-Lungs would subject me to all sorts of reprimand and embarrassment. I love him to deaf. Only Great Spirit knows how many times he has saved my life. Maybe soon we have a Face to Face, "Dr. M."! I can see in my Crystal Ball that the time comes sooner than I would like.
No, Kinfolk, I don't smoke.
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