Apparently, a graveyard is waaaay too confined a space to cut smokers a bit of slack.
(My granddad fought the Nazis, you know.)
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In my former life as a dirty smoker, I attended a family christening. When I sparked up in church, I got some very funny looks from the assembled masses. I shall say 'holy smoke' before you do.
In my former life as a dirty smoker, I attended a family christening. When I sparked up in church, I got some very funny looks from the assembled masses. I shall say 'holy smoke' before you do.