My
blood pressure is dangerously
low.
I smoke, and I eat all the
meat I can, while
intravenuously taking lard through a
shunt to the neck and sprinkling
salt on everything I eat.
I'm
addicted to
smoking, yes, and maybe I have a
problem, but honestly, I wouldn't mind having a little extra blockage in my
arteries. Enjoying a smoke isn't my problem. People who tell me that
I'm going to die because of my
habits are my problem. I understand what the
Surgeon General has to say, it's written right on a box in my pocket.
So don't you worry about me, 'cause if you stand too close, you're liable to die from my bad habits.