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Friday, February 11, 2005

In the 50’s or 60’s or whenever it was, I understand the urge to not recognize the health hazards of smoking cigarettes. I just don’t like the thought that stuff, like smoke or whatever, goes in your lungs and stays there forever. Alas, I guess it does. That knowledge has taken a lot of the joy out of life for me. For every smell that registers against my olfactory bulb, I bet there’s way more smell particles heading straight down to my lungs. Even for really good smelling things, nowadays it seems like the healthy thing to do is to smell in moderation. It doesn’t matter if it’s a fresh pine scent or somebody else’s stinky fart (everybody likes their own brand), when I think about it I’m always like, “that’s going to be in my lungs FOREVER” - I’m going to get smeller’s cough in the morning just because some jerk in the elevator (discourteously!) insisted on clogging up my alveoli with his stinky farts.

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