Marlboro goodness
Disclaimer: I do not smoke. Except maybe for the second-hand smoke from my dad. :p
I always knew my dad was some sort of a heavy smoker, but it takes these yearly Marlboro contests to make me realize just how much smog he actually induces on those lungs of his.
This year, he entered yet another contest, I forget what kind of prize there is... kind of sounds like Silver Trailer/Blazer or something. But the point is his personal stack of cigarette labels, which are a lot, I tell you. I could literally cook if I burnt those pieces of paper. Makes me wonder just how wrinkled his lungs are at present time. @_@
He's spent the past few weeks dropping off labels at different drop boxes (not to mention having me carry a bunch of labels in my bag with the task of finding a drop box in any stor I step into), with the hope that at least one label would give him a prize, if not the grand prize.
I hope he wins something from that contest. If, by some stroke of luck, he does, what will definitely kill him years from now will at least make him happy for a small period of his life. :p
posted by Mich @ 11:00 AM
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