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My mom just yelled at me for smoking in the backyard and putting the cigarette butts in the trash.
1) I wouldn't need to if she wouldn't have to pursue the daily lecturing and nagging about getting a job and moving out 2) Where else am I supposed to put my cigarette butts? On the ground where she can throw an even bigger fit? 3) How else am I supposed to deal without punching holes in the wall? |
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#27
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Maybe she expects you to eat them or something? Work some magic and make them disappear?
Have you got one of those ashtrays that has a top on it? You could put your butts in there and empty it when you're not home if you want. It's a little extra trouble, but it would keep her off your back about it, hopefully.
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#28
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The trash in the house or in the trash outside?
If you put them in the trash inside it's gonna stink. Put them in a container or pop can if you don't have an ashtray. |
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Wow, I'm begining to forget what its like to be a smoker. After 38 years you would think it would be pretty ingrained. It's been 14 months now and I'll never smoke again. It certainly was the hardest thing to do, and the most worthwhile. The money I'm saving is incredible, and I never liked myself, my apt., and my car reeking like stale smoke. I watch my friend. We've always worked with are hands, It looks so funny watching the ash getting longer and longer because your to busy too flick it. Then I remember the putrid taste of the filter, still too busy to pull the cigarette out of your mouth. Then finally reaching up to get it out of your mouth and having it stick to your lips because its been there so long. Fingers sliding the length of it bacause it's stuck, and burning your fingers on the cherry. How glamorous. That's what I remember about smoking. Don't smoke. Don't regret it.
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