This smoking thing, I just don't seem to get on top of it, it just seems to be my weakness.
Bloody hell! Bloody hell!
I can quit, but I just don't seem to be able to make it stick.
Puff away, puff away, be happy and gay, smoking my ciggies that way.
Oh, how do you think I smoke fags gay? Shove them up my arse and clench really fast? I just don’t know how I would reach around that way, and shove them in my hole, to suck down on them hooray.
Ha ha. Er? I guess it would be in the hand movements, swishy and big.
Or would you need to be a cowboy chugging away on a Marlboro? Or a sailor puffing away up on deck? Or a fireman up a ladder, rescuing some bloke over your shoulder, with a splif in your other hand as you negotiate the descent. A man in uniform? A policeman? A soldier. A construction worker? An Indian. Or dressed up in leather?
Whatever? I am still puffing away.
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