Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Bad For You



Well, yeah.  Every-freakin'-thing we like is gonna kill us... eventually.  But like Jim Morrison said: "Nobody gets outta here alive."  I don't worry about this sorta krep very much, if at all.  But I DO get a kick out of the "organic" people, tee-totalers, and risk-avoidance types... aside from bein' good for laughs they always make me wonder what in hell it is they do for fun.

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  1. Ya know, I often wonder what life would be like if I gave up everything I liked. Then I realize that that wouldn't be life at all!

    I love it when complete strangers come up to me and ask me if I know if smoking is bad for me. I usually just stare back at them, then blow smoke in their faces. Maybe they get the point, maybe they don't. But they leave me alone after that.

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    1. I have a story in that space. I and a couple o' friends were standing outside our place o' bid'niz taking a smoke break in the way-back when a large lady walked by and announced in a LOUD voice "I'm glad **I** don't smoke!" To which I replied, equally loud... "I'm glad I'm not FAT." She looked at me like I shot her dog but kept walking.

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  2. I quit smoking when I quit liking it
    But that's just me
    I don't preach
    But, if somebody blows smoke in my face, I might just react in a hostile manner ...just sayin'

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    1. I quit smoking cigarettes when I HAD to quit. I'd prolly still be puffin' away if it weren't for the COPD.

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  3. I don't like cigarettes either, but I can choose to leave if it offends me. as for the other folks; Vegetarians in the wild are collectively called "Prey". I think the same would apply to vegans...

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    1. "Prey." Heh. Good observation, Darryl.

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  4. Had the same conversation with The Oracle last night as we passed 2 kids riding their bikes in full safety regalia - helmet, elbow pads, knee pads. We never used that stuff and somehow we survived and we enjoyed ourselves. I can't believe kids today enjoy riding a bike; hell they can't see much of anything with those full helmets on.

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    1. I'm with ya on that subject, Kris. Ain't it just amazing what we did as kids and still managed to survive... somehow?

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  5. You know what I think of cigarette smoking. I never complain to people about it - it is their business. But I HATE it - not because it stinks and is gross, but because of what it has done to people I love.

    As for children on bicycles, I never used all the helmets and stuff as a youngster and did just fine. Kids today like to gear up. It is like putting on your armor - part of the game. As an old lady who rides bikes, I do wear a helmet. I have crashed. I do know a lady who had a very simple crash, hit her head on the pavement, and had a serious brain injury. I do believe God will take you when the time is right - His timing, but I would like to go out with my brain fairly intact.

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    1. Smoking killed my father, indirectly. And it will be the cause of my death, too... indirectly. So I understand yer hatred. As fer helmets... I always wear one when I ride. I wanna go out with a fully-functioning brain, too.

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  6. The horse and mule live thirty years
    And never know of wines and beers.
    The goat and sheep at twenty die,
    Without a taste of scotch or rye.
    The cow drinks water by the ton,
    And at eighteen is mostly done.
    The dog at fifteen cashes in,
    Without the aid orf rum or gin.
    The cat in milk and water soaks,
    And then in twelve short years it croaks.
    The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
    Lays eggs for noggs and dies at ten.
    All animals are strictly dry,
    They sinless live and swiftly die.
    But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked(ahem)men,
    Live three-score years and ten!

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    1. Three-score and ten if they're lucky. I'll consider it a minor miracle if I make it that far.

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  7. Amen. I see folks jogging, as I drive by in air-conditioned comfort, listening to Jimi Hendrix at too-high a volume (someone else's definition, not mine; there is not too high a volume for Hendrix), and puffing on a cigarette while trying to decide whether I want extra peppers on my steak and cheese sub, and they're always grimacing, sweating hard, and looking as though they'd rather be doing just about anything else. I may not live as long, but I guarantee I'm happier.

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    1. I've noticed that about joggers/runners, too. Yet they ALL seem to live for that stuff.

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