my dad is extremely anti-smoking, the judgmental-from-hell type. his dad died when my dad was 16, and he blames it on the cigs. everywhere he goes, he's always bitching about the smoke. b&g. constantly.
so, my ex went to pick up our son from my parents' house the other week, and he'd just lit up a cigarette.
"what do you get out of those things?" my dad asked him through the crack in the storm door.
"cancer," my ex told him, as he exhaled right in his face.
it makes me lol.
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