Ten years ago, I laid ’em down. Yeppers, after almost 25 years of smoking, I quit….. on this very date. It is a good thing, really. I mean, I loved to smoke… but who knows where it would have led me? I would most probably be Lady 1, in the following scenario.
Two old ladies were outside their nursing home, having a smoke when it started to rain. One of the ladies pulled out a condom, cut off the end, put it over her cigarette and continued smoking.
Lady 1: “What’s that?”
Lady 2: “A condom. This way my cigarette doesn’t get wet.”
Lady 1: “Where did you get it?”
Lady 2: “You can get them at any drugstore.”
The next day … Lady 1 hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The guy looks at her kind of strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years of age), but politely asks what brand she prefers.
Lady 1: “It doesn’t matter as long as it fits a Camel.”
[Countdown: Seven Days Remaining……]