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Re: Living through WW2
Reminds me much of all the old humour:
EG: Two old ladies are outside their nursing home, having a smoke, when it starts to rain. One of the ladies pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette and continues smoking.
Lady 1: What's that?
Lady 2: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.
Lady 1: Where did you get that?
Lady 2: You can get them at any drugstore.
The next day, Lady 1 hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.
The guy, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is after all over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what brand she prefers.
Lady 1: Doesn't matter son, as long as it fits a camel.
The pharmacist faints.
K.
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Re: Living through WW2
Always bought a packet of wet proof cigarettes when in Vancouver. We would save them till we were in Liverpool and would take some into the pub. Would make a great show of tapping end of cig on bar, would then light dry end and smoke. Someone would always try and do that with a "Weight" or small woodbine and of course break up in their beer. Had to hope they had a good sense of humour although got into a few fights.
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Re: Living through WW2
I remember my doctor smoked when I was a kid. It didn’t kill him.
The car wreck got him. Damn oak tree jumped right out in front of him one night.
R. I. P. Doctor Williams.
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I at one time was doing about 100 American cigs a day, mainly 'Chesterfield'.
Had to go into hospital for a Hernia repair.
The surgeon came to see me and asked if I smoked?
When I said yes he told me I should stop as it was not good for me.
Fine for him to say that with his fingers almost black from Nicotine stains.
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Re: Living through WW2
#64. Well John you know the old saying " do as I say and not as I do". Stopped along time back but I still miss my pipe.