Sex or Cigarettes?

[prepheckt 0]

http://abcnews.go.com/wire/World/reuters20021209_191.html

Thoughts anyone?? Anyone actually try this?

"Dancing Argentine Tango is like doing calculus with your feet."
-9 toes

[outofit 0]

it is easier to jump from a perfectly good plane than to quit smoking. i have jumped and guess what, i am still smoking!

It is better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool!

[mouth 0]

I don't smoke and never have so I honestly don't understand that addiction. I would be easier to give up sex than skydiving though.

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Hot Mama
At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

[prepheckt 0]

Agreed.....Viking what do you say?? Oh wait...never mind..

"Dancing Argentine Tango is like doing calculus with your feet."
-9 toes

[Jonno5 0]

Hmm this is why i live in a country where i can do all three.

[phatcat 0]

Well, I estimate I've had about 25 cigs so far today. I've had sex, um, less than 25 times. You figure it out.

[SudsyFist 0]

um...

steve

[wlie 0]

Who in their right mind would give up sex?

Unless you've decided to become a priest or nun. But that's besides the point.

My other ride is the relative wind.

[Sinkster 0]

The Betrothed aka "“You must choose between me and your cigar.”
by Rudyard Kipling

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

We quarrelled about Havanas—we fought o’er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

Open the old cigar-box—let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie’s face.

Maggie is pretty to look at—Maggie’s a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

There’s peace in a Larranaga, there’s calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away—

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown—
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o’ the talk o’ the town!

Maggie, my wife at fifty—grey and dour and old—
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love’s torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar—

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket—
With never a new one to light tho’ it’s charred and black to the socket!

Open the old cigar-box—let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila—there is a wifely smile.

Which is the better portion—bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

Counsellors cunning and silent—comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee’s passion—to do their duty and burn.

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

I will scent ’em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o’ Teen.

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o’-the-Wisp of Love.

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

Open the old cigar-box—let me consider anew—
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

Light me another Cuba—I hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I’ll have no Maggie for Spouse!

[lippy 918]

I've been getting on/falling off the smoking wagon for the past month or so. Right now it's been 5 days since my last smoke, and it's damb hard!!!! As for sex, it's not like I ever get laid anyways

I got nuthin

[CrazyIvan 0]

I don't smoke, but if I give up sex, I'll have to cut my right hand off

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Blue Skies and May the Force be with you.

[Viking 0]

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Agreed.....Viking what do you say?? Oh wait...never mind..

funny fucker aren't ya

I swear you must have footprints on the back of your helmet - chicagoskydiver
My God has a bigger dick than your god -George Carlin

[novacaine 0]

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Who in their right mind would give up sex?

Unless you've decided to become a priest or nun. But that's besides the point.

Wlie I think your incorrect.... NUNS give up sex...priest I don't really think they give up sex!

[dbattman 0]

I love cigarettes- they make it simple to pick out the easy women.

[Gawain 0]

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I don't smoke and never have ...

You are very fortunate. I quit smoking a little over 2 months ago and don't miss it a bit (thank goodness). All that leaves me is skydiving...since I ain't gettin' any... I agree though, based on past experience, that sex is easier to give up than skydiving.
As to the question at hand...I choose sex. However at this time, it appears sex does not choose me...

So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh
Just to prove I'm alive, and it's alright
'Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light of my treacherous life
Make light!

[konradptr 0]

I like to smoke, but it depends what hte chick looks like... If she's fat, I'll just smoke and just forget about the sex...

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Getting banned isn't that bad......

[fudd 0]

Aaargh, don't remind me....
I'm going to quit smoking 1. june 2003, and not smoke again until after my black belt graduation...

Anyway sex vs cigaretts. If sex alone is also in the definition of sex I'd say it's about equally hard...

There are only 10 types of people in the world. Those who understand binary, and those who don't.

[konradptr 0]

Yea, at least when you have sex by yourself, you don't have to talk/cuddle with anyone afterwards...

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Getting banned isn't that bad......

[nacmacfeegle 0]

"Yea, at least when you have sex by yourself, you don't have to talk/cuddle with anyone afterwards... "

And when you change your brand of cigarette, you don't lose your house...

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He who receives an idea from me, receives instruction himself without lessening mine; as he who lights his taper at mine, receives light without darkening me. Thomas Jefferson

[ernokaikkonen 0]

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I'm going to quit smoking 1. june 2003, and not smoke again until after my black belt graduation...

This makes no sense to me really... Why wait over 6 months before quitting? Why start again after the graduation? I don't get it.

[mouth 0]

Gawin, that has to be the best way I've heard it put in a long time. Since we don't smoke and sex is a memory, well I guess we'll just have to skydive.

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Hot Mama
At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

[quatorze 1]

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and sex is a memory

Lisa, that has got to suck

I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

[lucky13500 0]

One day I'll quit smiking....but skydiving?, NEVER!

~ it takes a minute to live....but a second to die ~

[mouth 0]

OH, shut up!!!

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Hot Mama
At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

[freeflir29 0]

I'll pick smokes. They are SOOOOO much cheaper...