Monday, May 05, 2014

I Quit Smoking Six Years Ago Today

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I can't believe it's been six years! Six years since I gagged on a fag - that's nutso. Tell ya what, I don't miss it at all. The urge just dissipated into the air like so much... uh... what's the word I am looking for... oh right, smoke - but better, it's left no stink behind. I haven't had the urge once in six full years. I suppose you could count the stink of ever-so-slight anti-smoking fascism though - I must admit I've become someone who gets hella irritable if somebody's puffery is getting up in my business.

So we've been doing this series of posts for the past six years - every anniversary nico-free I mark with a post of menfolk looking hot doing the dirty deadly deed. You can see Year 1 right here, you can see Year 2 right here, you can see Year 3 right here, you can see Year 4 right here, and you can see Year 5 right here

I say this every time around without fail but the pictures never stop - as many as I've posted at this point I still have to cut myself off with these posts, there are so many good goddamned photos out there. There are even entire Tumblrs devoted to it now! I guess there's just something about a man pushing something long and hot between his lips that we like, as a culture. 

To that end if you like that sort of thing you will not be disappointed if you pick yourself up and take it to after the jump...








































3 comments:

sissyinhwd said...

I quit six years ago too. Don't miss my smelly apartment or self for that matter. Smoke dope - at least there's some type of reward

joel65913 said...

Congrats! Six years is great, the benefits are so great too. No smelly clothes, all that money that went to a pack of smokes etc.

I try not to be a cigarette Nazi but even when I smoked I couldn't stand if somebody lite up while I was eating, now if they do it's war.

Marlboro Man's widower said...

I never started smoking, it's a filthy habit and also, I have a strong enough character that I've never felt the need to do things so that I can feel like I belong to a specific group or feel accepted or in or whatever silly justification kids use today.

Also, the idea of starting something that you KNOW you'll have to quit one day seemed like a redundant pursuit and plus it stinks.