InvisibleMan
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- Joined
- 31 Jul 2008
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- 113
Fucking twats. What's the fucking point in putting health warnings on fag packets other than to add that little bit of extra guilt and fear everytime you spark up a sweet sweet beautiful ciggerette? 'Smoking makes your penis shrink', 'If you smoke your lungs will explode', 'You are going to die', 'Smoking makes you gay' etc. - It's just one small pleasure i get every half hour to an hour and all i want to do is enjoy it free from the burden of knowing that with this pleasure comes a horrible and nasty pain, suffering or death...or all of them. You know what i mean? It would be nice, if just once, i could buy a pack of fags without being lectured about the dangers. I already fucking know the dangers you fucking ****! Now can you shut the fuck up about it and take the signs of the packs so i can forget about it just fr 5 mins and enjoy my fucking fag. Fucking health freak cabbage eating twats.
What's wrong with letting us just get the fuck on with it some interefering doom mongering twats. It's bad enough having Jamie Oliver trying to get me to eat Sainsburys health food, like i'm some sort of fucking athelete with money and a fear of food that actually tastes good, whilst still trying to find the spare money left over to pay the bills, get pissed, buy some fags, get a bus to the jobcentre to sign on and buy some little slut a bottle of lambrini so she'll suck my niccotene stained, cumless, shrinking dick; it's bad enough that Gordon Brown wants me to pay more for my beer, my fags, my transport to bargain booze and eventually for the health care i'm gonna need when my liver eventually fucks up; but to have the fear of death rammed down my throat, harder than Gary Glitter would ram his cock down it if you coloured yourself yellow, slanted your eyes, said your name was Fu Wong and asked him to buy you some fags cause you don't look old enough to get served, everytime i chill out with a nice smoke is crossing the fucking line you twats.
We all know that smoking's not good for you, we know it shrinks your testicles and makes your tits shrivvle. We've seen those people who walk about with a fucking 2 ton cannister just so they can experience the crippling deppression of being alive just for a few extra smoke filled days and we've all heard stories about peoples lungs melting their hearts. So why the fuck do we need it constantly rammed in our faces every time we have one? Are we not enititled to enjoy a few guilty pleasures free from the dictation of the overly concerened and interfering health nazis?
It's like having someone warn you of the dangers of over clenching everytime you take a fucking shit. Fucking twats.
What's wrong with letting us just get the fuck on with it some interefering doom mongering twats. It's bad enough having Jamie Oliver trying to get me to eat Sainsburys health food, like i'm some sort of fucking athelete with money and a fear of food that actually tastes good, whilst still trying to find the spare money left over to pay the bills, get pissed, buy some fags, get a bus to the jobcentre to sign on and buy some little slut a bottle of lambrini so she'll suck my niccotene stained, cumless, shrinking dick; it's bad enough that Gordon Brown wants me to pay more for my beer, my fags, my transport to bargain booze and eventually for the health care i'm gonna need when my liver eventually fucks up; but to have the fear of death rammed down my throat, harder than Gary Glitter would ram his cock down it if you coloured yourself yellow, slanted your eyes, said your name was Fu Wong and asked him to buy you some fags cause you don't look old enough to get served, everytime i chill out with a nice smoke is crossing the fucking line you twats.
We all know that smoking's not good for you, we know it shrinks your testicles and makes your tits shrivvle. We've seen those people who walk about with a fucking 2 ton cannister just so they can experience the crippling deppression of being alive just for a few extra smoke filled days and we've all heard stories about peoples lungs melting their hearts. So why the fuck do we need it constantly rammed in our faces every time we have one? Are we not enititled to enjoy a few guilty pleasures free from the dictation of the overly concerened and interfering health nazis?
It's like having someone warn you of the dangers of over clenching everytime you take a fucking shit. Fucking twats.