A recent one...
On Friday night I was out in the pub with a friend, having a good few drinks and a laugh.

He's not a smoker, so I popped out-side for a quick one while he got some more drinks in.
Just as I leaned against the wall, my phone started ringing, so I answered it.

It was my rubbish ex, who I had no desire to talk to, for various reasons.
Being a bit drunk I defaulted to being pissed off at this intrusion to an otherwise enjoyable evening.

"What is it?" I said.

"Where are you, can you talk now?" She replied.

"I'm having a cigarette. Before you go on about it, I don't give a fuck if I get lung cancer, everyone has to die of something."

"I just phoned to tell you that my Mum has been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer..."
And with that she hung up.

I felt pretty bad about that for a while.
Then I had another cigarette and some more alcohol, and all was well with the world again.
( Cawl, Mon 15 Dec 2008, 15:36, 3 replies)

Did her Mum smoke?
sounds like she was looking for sympathy - pathetic!
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Mon 15 Dec 2008, 15:45, closed)

Nope,
She'd had other cancer, but it'd gone away.
Guess it came back, badly.
( Cawl, Mon 15 Dec 2008, 15:50, closed)

bet she wished she did
but strictly in the interest of bad tase, of course.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Mon 15 Dec 2008, 16:01, closed)