We smokers actually contribute to the economy (government duties, taxes on profits generated by the tobacco industry, wages to employees of newsagents and stores etc).
Also, when we die prematurely, we save the government lots of money in pensions.
We smokers are actually laying down our lives most selflessly for all the non-smokers, so that THEY can have pensions and a better future.
What do we get in return? We get called “dirty” . We are turned away from jobs. We are accused of causing deaths by passive smoking (more money in pensions saved).
We smokers are considered social pariahs and this snobbish society turns its nose at us and looks at us with the same hatred usually reserved for drink drivers.
It has become an “us and them” situation.
*coughs up his lungs and quickly shoves them down his throat again*
I wish to share this poem with the rest of you people. It is totally and absolutely thought provoking...
A Tragedy by Theo Marzialas.
Death! Plop. The barges down in the river flop. Flop, plop. Above, beneath. From the slimy branches the grey drips drop, As they scraggle black on the thin grey sky, Where the black cloud rack-hackles drizzle and fly To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop On the black scrag piles, where the loose cords plop, As the raw wind whines in the thin tree-top. Plop, plop. And scudding by The boatmen call out hoy! and hey! All is running water and sky, And my head shrieks -- "Stop," And my heart shrieks -- "Die."
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My thought is running out of my head; My love is running out of my heart, My soul runs after, and leaves me as dead, For my life runs after to catch them -- and fled They all are every one! -- and I stand, and start, At the water that oozes up, plop and plop, On the barges that flop And dizzy me dead. I might reel and drop. Plop. Dead.
And the shrill wind whines in the thin tree-top Flop, plop.
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A curse on him. Ugh! yet I knew -- I knew -- If a woman is false can a friend be true? It was only a lie from beginning to end -- My Devil -- My "Friend" I had trusted the whole of my living to! Ugh; and I knew! Ugh! So what do I care, And my head is empty as air -- I can do, I can dare, (Plop, plop The barges flop Drip drop.) I can dare! I can dare! And let myself all run away with my head And stop. Drop. Dead. Plop, flop.
After careful consideration, broadly speaking and with the understanding that future developments or further analysis from my part might result in a revision of my present opinion, I have to say that I actually missed Wedward.
She’s on the Pope’s yacht, (The Saucy Sue) which is anchored in the Bahamas, where she is being currently entertained by a group of well endowed Cardinals.
I don’t know why Laggers, but whenever you address me personally I feel as happy as a born again Eunuch ;)
And seeing this, the bartender, old in age and experience, reached down under the bar, pulled out sawn-off shotgun and pointed it at the Wise man’s crotch.
“Say another word”, the bartender breathed “and I’ll pull the trigger and you will end up wearing your ......... as earrings and your ..... as a brooch”
Will not help us understand the "Big Bang theory" or the mysteries of the universe. But it might (or might not) help put our existence into a (skewered) perspective.
Even if Oslo did drive I wouldn’t recommend that she drove around in Malta with her children.
With regards to “beach, shopping, nice restaurants” therein lies the problem. The nice restaurants are all over the Island. The shopping is mainly focused in Sliema and Valletta, Hamrun (although Mellieha is not so bad). There are some nice open space markets during the week around the island.
Ok, so maybe Louis Armstrong would not have included the Maltese Public transport in “What a wonderful world” but I would not say that it is “horrible”. There’s room for improvement really but it’s not like being stuffed in an Iron Maiden and made to bleed to death.
You can find reasonably priced accommodation around the island and still use the public transport to get around.
At this juncture, it is pertinent to point out that rumors that it is acceptable to urinate on a bus driver’s head whilst he is driving are totally unfounded.
With regards to the second (misfit) part – that really depends how I project myself to people at a given time. Anything that can be misunderstood will be misunderstood. There are times when I don’t want to fit in just because.
To be honest I was surprised and rather disheartened to learn that the original Jingle Bells contained a subliminal, anti-Christmas message in it when played in reverse.
Ah, you have been watching the Discovery Channel Laggers.
I see that there are TWO types of African Elephant. The African Bush Elephant and the African Forest Elephant.
The bush elephant appears to be the more astute of the two – Wikepedia notes that the African Bush elephant can hide in a strawberry patch by painting its toenails red.
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RE: we smokers must unite
Well, I stopped smoking 5 times today…We smokers actually contribute to the economy (government duties, taxes on profits generated by the tobacco industry, wages to employees of newsagents and stores etc).
Also, when we die prematurely, we save the government lots of money in pensions.
We smokers are actually laying down our lives most selflessly for all the non-smokers, so that THEY can have pensions and a better future.
What do we get in return? We get called “dirty” . We are turned away from jobs. We are accused of causing deaths by passive smoking (more money in pensions saved).
We smokers are considered social pariahs and this snobbish society turns its nose at us and looks at us with the same hatred usually reserved for drink drivers.
It has become an “us and them” situation.
*coughs up his lungs and quickly shoves them down his throat again*