TO THE SMOKER



Cigarette smoke is the residue of your pleasure. It permeates the air and 
putrifies my hair and clothes, not to mention my lungs. This takes place
without my consent. I have a pleasure also. I like a beer now and again.
The residue from my pleasure is urine. Would you be annoyed if I stood on 
a chair and pissed on your head and clothes without your consent?







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