Why is it appropriate for a complete stranger to walk up to someone and start screaming at them about the fact that they smoke? Are you my mother? No? Didn't think so. Which is ironic because my mother smokes and has no problem with me doing it. All I'm saying is - look, I'm smoking outside, in 20 degree weather. You've never seen me before and it's likely you'll never see me again. So what worry is it of *yours* that I'm "polluting my body". Look, lady - I hate to say it, but I'm pretty sure those deep fried store-bought saturated fat caked in powdered sugar doughnut holes you're shoving in your mouth three at a time are just as bad for you. Further more, you have the option of going inside where the stale air is minty fresh with germs and bacteria, but hey, don't let me pollute you with my cloud of smoke *OUTSIDE*. And as long as we're talking P.C. here, I might hasten to add that people who live in mink homes shouldn't throw stones. That's right - your yuppi ass is *killing* my environment; at least I'm only killing myself.
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