A couple of years ago my sister had a big party- it started in the afternoon and was open to all generations of friends.
I was outside, chatting to a 19-ish year old lad, and as we talked and drank, I felt like a cigarette, so lit one.

I offered him one, and he looked at me with absolute disgust, and said "Er ... cancer? Er ... no!"

Teenagers are such sanctimonious pricks.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Sat 9 Jun 2012, 15:44, 2 replies)

Never mind, with enough aspartame from it being in everything these days, they will be free of cancer but pissing in there adult nappies in a care home for the last 30 years of their tedious lives whilst trying to remember their own names.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Sat 9 Jun 2012, 18:06, closed)

I bet there was a high rising terminal in there as well.
Fucking cunts, with their fucking healthy skateboard-based pursuits, extreme frisbee and such like. And their waistbands down around their knees all the time. Cunts.
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Sat 9 Jun 2012, 20:08, closed)