Do you Smoke?

Do you Smoke?

  • No

    Votes: 49 59.0%
  • No - I quit

    Votes: 16 19.3%
  • No -I chew (fucking yuck)

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Yes - Cigarettes Only

    Votes: 6 7.2%
  • Yes - Cigars Only

    Votes: 3 3.6%
  • Yes - anything that burns

    Votes: 4 4.8%
  • dolf

    Votes: 5 6.0%

  • Total voters
    83
Never smoked a single whole one but have had the odd puff when drunk. Tobaco never appealed.

Nawty smokes different story but only at a couple of parties but then have started, passed around and finished plus gotten munchies. Would never make it a regular thing tho we talking like once every 6 months (tho in quite high amounts over a night)
 
The GB numbers aren't running anything like "Buy RJR stock". Someone smokes.
 
I used to smoke. I never do anything in moderation, and so it was with smoking. I quit cold turkey, started again when a bass player left one of his cigarette packs at my house one day, quit again, started again during a bad break-up, with the thought that I would smoke just until it was over, had a FUCK of a time quitting that time, and was too scared ever to start again because I didn't think I had another quit in me. Then watched my father die of lung cancer, and resented those little fuckers too much for taking him so young ever to reward them with a fiery trip to my mouth again.
 
My brother and I stole a cigarette from my mom when we were 9 or 10. Smoked it out behind the barn and got so sick we never tried it again.

My father-in-law passed from lung cancer at age 51. I think we all know someone who has passed too young from smoking. Luckily my parents quit before I was a teenager; I had horrible asthma as a child, though, and often wonder how much damage my lungs took from birth to 13.
 
Smoked for about a year. Got bored with it and quit. That said I do smoke the occasional cigar or pipe on my summer camping trips.
 
never been a smoker and hate the stink of people who've just smoked a cigarette. used to smoke cannabis sometimes, in small amounts and not frequently, but haven't for a long long time. hate the dirty smells and ash and cigarette ends and stuff, how it clings to furnishings and curtains - bleuch! both husbands were smokers, as was my father. my eldest son has recently quit and no2 son has cut back a lot - he's intending to stop. half the people i work with smoke, and it just amazes me how they'll stand out in the freezing cold or pouring rain (or snow!) just to gasp on a grotty cig. :eek:
 
i sometimes smoke after having sex. But only if i do it really fast and for too long. :D
 
Never smoked.

I heard it stunted your growth, that was good enough reason not to smoke.
 
Never smoked. Never even had a cigarette. (I have had a couple of cigars; they were all right but nothing to get too excited about and a lot of work, and it's hell getting the smell off my breath.)

When I first started talking with my wife (before we started dating,) one of the first questions I asked her was if she smokes. If the answer were yes, I wouldn't have been interested anymore. (Actually, she's allergic to cigarette smoke - a mild allergy but nonetheless enough to make me a pretty hardcore anti-smoker. That and smoking was probably the only thing keeping me from having four grandparents live to age 80.)
 
I do, and I hate myself for it every damn day.

No, I really mean that I hate myself for it. Tried numerous times.

Cold turkey. Patches. Gum. Hypnotism.

Funny enough that I have a note on my monitor that after the next two packs are smoked that no matter how fucking cranky I get, those are the last. If it means I sleep for 78 hours straight till the nicotine leaves my system, so be it.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but 78 hours won't cut it.

It's not the nicotine itself that's the problem. (Its elimination half-life is about two hours, anyway.) The problem is that it modifies the brain's chemistry in ways the brain doesn't like, so the brain tries to compensate by organically altering itself to approximate normal function in the presence of nicotine.

When the nicotine is gone, the brain that's become dependent on it will gradually decompensate until it functions normally again, but that can take months.

And there's no way around it. Prepare to be an irritable bastard for a while.
 
I celebrated my 17th New Years Eve at a castle in Germany. My cousin smoked, and offered me one, all night long. Drunk and high from cigs, we walked the two miles home that night while I puked the whole way home. Never again.
 
Tried smoking when I was a tween.
Hated the taste, the smell and the lingering odour.
Not a fan.
 
No, as in 'HELL NO!'

It was one of those things that intuitively never made any sense to me. If people could DIE from smoke inhalation if they were trapped inside a burning building, why would I want to take up the practice as a hobby? If practically everyone I met who smoked said they would give almost anything to be able to quit, on what basis would I doubt the wisdom of such a one-sided referendum?

I base most of my consumptions on a fairly simple premise. If it looks good and smells good, it probably tastes good and/or feels good. That's also why I don't drink. That and watching people after they get drunk.
 
I do not. My lungs are too delicate and dainty. I am a skeleton surrounded by rose petals.

But really I pay way too much for nice-smelling shampoo to go and spoil it all with cigarette smoke.
 
I've never smoked, but I did get one chew from my uncle when I was a kid. That was enough to convince me I'd never have that shit in my mouth again.

Funny: my only significant tobacco experience came in the '80s, because they used to give away samples of Skoal Bandits at the Ohio State Fair -- a pretty good investment, if only a tiny number of those who tried it ended up liking it enough to get hooked. Damn things gave me an instant headache, and that satisfied all my curiosity about that particular product.

Never liked the smell of my mother's cigarettes; that and the expense of the habit would have been enough to dissuade me even if it wasn't suicidal.
 
Well, there was that one time burning brush when the wind shifted and my hair smoldered...
 
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