Remember in elementary school when you’d mix your food together and add ketchup and dare someone to eat it and then the teacher or cafeteria monitor would see you and make you eat some of until you bawled as a punishment?
People that smoke are stinky. But I can still love them.
Smokers that drop their butts willy-nilly all over Mother Earth and send little steaming sticks of rank smelling unbreak-downable trash indiscriminately outside their cars onto the pavement and in the gutter so they don’t have to smell it should be forced to eat their still smoking remnants mixed in a concoction of mac-and-cheese with chocolate cake, strawberry jelly, ketchup, mustard and green peas until they weep.