Smoke and mirrors
Today is National No-Smoking Day.
As I am a contrary sod, I can guarantee you that if ever I manage to give up smoking before I end up pushing up the daisies, it will not be during the Health Fascists' equivalent of the Nuremberg Rallies.
In the meantime I intend to stoke up with extra vim today until I am stopped by a fall of soot.
That is all.
As I am a contrary sod, I can guarantee you that if ever I manage to give up smoking before I end up pushing up the daisies, it will not be during the Health Fascists' equivalent of the Nuremberg Rallies.
In the meantime I intend to stoke up with extra vim today until I am stopped by a fall of soot.
That is all.
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Well, there is some parallel related to eating meat on ash wednesday.
Which I did. Not out of blasphemy against the good book or anything else, but I'd be skewered if I had to rely on veggie fare to get me through the day.
And in lieu of that, what better way to stick it to Auntie Antonina then have a smoke inside in one's place of work.
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Fighting the power is the only way we'll conquer in a world full of hypocrites and goody-goody-two-shoed-goody-goody-two-shoed-goody-good-goody-good-goody-goody-two-shoed-nastyfolk.
Gah. Eat more meat.
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Last year my friend told me about National Pot-Smoking Day, but that's a little different.
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