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Obvious Leo wrote:

Dalek Prime wrote:*Cough cough!* I think I'm ready to give up cigarettes now, nurse....

My uncle said something similar to the paramedics as they were carrying him out of his house on a stretcher after suffering a massive heart attack. They asked him if he was a smoker and he said "Not any more, I just gave up this morning". That was about thirty years ago and he's still kicking along in his nineties.

Lol! My doctor says I'd be in perfect health if I just quit smoking. Strange thing is, my last breathing tests say my lung capacity is 20% greater than the average nonsmoker. She didn't want to tell me because she thought I wouldn't quit the. She was right.

I now forget how long ago that was. A year or more perhaps? Anyways, they don't feel so great today.

My doctor says I'd be in perfect health if I just quit smoking.

And rich!
Back when the price of a carton went up to $35 (unless routed through a reserve*), I switched to rollies. Spent two weeks of jury duty at table of addicts, all with those little machines, boxes of tubes and tins of tobacco, manufacturing cigarettes we couldn't smoke in the court-house and we weren't allowed out until 4pm. Never got picked but I hoarded several lasagna containers of nicely-packed C-sticks. When I finally quit, a carton was $75 or so and I was going through at least one a week.



(*No tax. You'd almost think they were still trying to kill off the Indians with fire-water and fire-sticks.)

Skip wrote:

My doctor says I'd be in perfect health if I just quit smoking.

And rich!
Back when the price of a carton went up to $35 (unless routed through a reserve*), I switched to rollies. Spent two weeks of jury duty at table of addicts, all with those little machines, boxes of tubes and tins of tobacco, manufacturing cigarettes we couldn't smoke in the court-house and we weren't allowed out until 4pm. Never got picked but I hoarded several lasagna containers of nicely-packed C-sticks. When I finally quit, a carton was $75 or so and I was going through at least one a week.


(*No tax. You'd almost think they were still trying to kill off the Indians with fire-water and fire-sticks.)

After cigs went past a dollar, we said that if it (impossibly lol) hit two dollars, we'd pack it in (pun intended). Well, over $10 now, and I'm still packing those babies in lol!

I often say, cigarettes are my best friends, and all my friends get burned.

Dalek Prime wrote:*Cough cough!* I think I'm ready to give up cigarettes now, nurse....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7ujmkLTGNM

George Sanders:

""Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.""

George Henry Sanders
3 July 1906
Saint Petersburg, Russian Empire
Died 25 April 1972 (aged 65)
Castelldefels, Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain

Hobbes' Choice wrote:

Dalek Prime wrote:*Cough cough!* I think I'm ready to give up cigarettes now, nurse....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7ujmkLTGNM

Lol! That's pretty funny! You like The Goon Show, Hobbes? I love them.

Dalek Prime wrote:

Hobbes' Choice wrote:

Dalek Prime wrote:*Cough cough!* I think I'm ready to give up cigarettes now, nurse....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7ujmkLTGNM

Lol! That's pretty funny! You like The Goon Show, Hobbes? I love them.

Sure do.

THis TOTALLY killed me when I first heard it.
SOOOOOOoooo Irish!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tjHlFPTwVk

Skip wrote:What most of them actually said was some variation on the theme of "aaarrrggghh".

I don't know about what I'll say but at some point something like, "So this is how it ends" might come to mind - at least if I'm not too busy with "aaarrrggghh".

My hope is that my last words will be whatever I'm chatting about before some unforeseen event kills me instantly.

I forgot the old joke, "What's the last thing that goes through a bug's mind as it impacts a car windshield? It's ass".

I was with both my mother and my sister as they died.

My mother's last words were: "I think I might have a little snooze" and my sister's were "I feel like shit".

My mother was unable to say anything at the end: her words had got broken up by the brain tumour. Her last clear sentence, looking out her favourite window, was "The bird is gone." So we put that on her memorial card. (The next three weeks were pretty awful, with none of able to communicate. Say it while you can, people!)