Life Without Cigarettes: The Saga Continues

There are a lot of really stupid people in the world.

But when you have wonderful and dee-lish-us Camel Wide Lights to suck on, you don't notice them so much. Or if you do, their stupidity is endearing, sort of like when you see a chimp kicking around an inflatable ball in its zoo pen and you think, "Wow! I play soccer too!"

In days gone by when tourists would beat on Homer's button and Homer would not reward them by singing and dancing, I would take the time to explain to them: "Well, see, ya gotta plug Homer in. There's this stuff called electricity…"

Yesterday I said, "He works by telekinesis. But today I have a headache."

The sad part is that a couple of them actually believed me and asked if I knew Stephen King.

In other news, ( nicotine patches give you trippy dreams. )