Your first cigarette
To be honest, inhaling the fumes from some burning leaves isn't the most natural thing in the world.
Tell us about the first time. Where, when, and who were you trying to show off to?
Or, if you've never tried a cigarette, tell us something interesting on the subject of smoking.
Personally, I've never ever smoked a cigarette. Lung damage from pneumonia put me off.
( , Wed 19 Mar 2008, 18:49)
To be honest, inhaling the fumes from some burning leaves isn't the most natural thing in the world.
Tell us about the first time. Where, when, and who were you trying to show off to?
Or, if you've never tried a cigarette, tell us something interesting on the subject of smoking.
Personally, I've never ever smoked a cigarette. Lung damage from pneumonia put me off.
( , Wed 19 Mar 2008, 18:49)
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Rocky IV
Back in the (far off) day me and my little friends went to see Rocky IV as it appeared in the local Roxie (name changed to protect the guilty) We ran up and down church towers lobbing stink bombs into the market below, sprayed huge amounts of fart spray around in the queue outside the Picture Palais (name changed again to protect some other guilty people) and generally had a cracking good time as only 11 year olds can do. After screaming "Rocky Rocky" until our throats collapsed we mooched around the sunny streets of Bamcridge looking for more interesting stuff to do. And then Knobby Knobs popped into a newsagent and returned with a tin of Tom Thumb cigars and a box of swan vestas. We all lit up. Those goddammed pussies.... I had to smoke all of those cigars myself after the other four suffered coughing fits like you wouldn't belive. After that it was easy...roll ups during school lunch hour, Rothmans at the weekends until the age of 30 when I gave up and suffered from six weeks of cold sweats and nightmares until my body re-adjusted. Bloody midgets, they ruined my breathe for years.
( , Thu 20 Mar 2008, 11:02, Reply)
Back in the (far off) day me and my little friends went to see Rocky IV as it appeared in the local Roxie (name changed to protect the guilty) We ran up and down church towers lobbing stink bombs into the market below, sprayed huge amounts of fart spray around in the queue outside the Picture Palais (name changed again to protect some other guilty people) and generally had a cracking good time as only 11 year olds can do. After screaming "Rocky Rocky" until our throats collapsed we mooched around the sunny streets of Bamcridge looking for more interesting stuff to do. And then Knobby Knobs popped into a newsagent and returned with a tin of Tom Thumb cigars and a box of swan vestas. We all lit up. Those goddammed pussies.... I had to smoke all of those cigars myself after the other four suffered coughing fits like you wouldn't belive. After that it was easy...roll ups during school lunch hour, Rothmans at the weekends until the age of 30 when I gave up and suffered from six weeks of cold sweats and nightmares until my body re-adjusted. Bloody midgets, they ruined my breathe for years.
( , Thu 20 Mar 2008, 11:02, Reply)
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