The point is...
If someone chooses to smoke, then that's their business - and I don't have a problem with it per se. It's nothing to do with me, what substance someone chooses to put into their bodies.

However, it crosses the line when their addiction negatively affects me. If I'm walking behind a smoker on the pavement, then I have to hold my breath and cross the road. It smells fucking disgusting.
(EuroSong I love horse meat: best of all the animals, Fri 2 Apr 2010, 15:28, 1 reply)

Smoking in the street is horrible
walking along behind some pikey bastard who is blowing shitty smoke out with every emphysemic breath pisses me off.

Be a real man you track suit wearing fuckhole, smoke a real tobacco product, not a low tar, floor sweeping that you got cheap off a mate in the shitbox pub where you drink fake cider, you cunt.

Real men smoke full tar, filter-less man fags and die of throat cancer before they become a burden on the over pressurised state.

I am a non smoker, but my partner smokes and has the good grace and manners not to smoke near me, because she knows how much I dislike it in close proximity. It worries me shitless though, about what it is doing to her.
( Rev. Jayneflakes Buy my book, I need the cash for drugs and hookers, Fri 2 Apr 2010, 18:47, closed)