I'm fresh out of college and in my first job. It's a corporate position. God knows I'm stressed. So I decided to pick up a pack of Marlboro NXT®. I'm looking for a cigarette that isn't harsh, that isn't rich in additive but in natural menthol flavor. I love how menthol relaxes me, and that's all I really need it for. It's not something I go back to everyday. It's just a treat, and I can't wait until the NXT® treat.
The cool taste of menthol in Marlboro NXT® is so refreshing and calming
by Anonymous | reply 6 | March 11, 2019 3:46 PM |
Shit! I ran out of FF's a half hour ago. I'll just have to settle for ignore!
by Anonymous | reply 1 | March 11, 2019 2:42 PM |
OP, you're really going to piss off the anti-smoking troll. And let me be the first to say...GOOD!
by Anonymous | reply 2 | March 11, 2019 2:42 PM |
Look at the CORPORATE SLIME that BIG TOBACCO sends here. Big Tobacco is still TARGETING the GAY community no doubt. Well guess what? We're smarter than that - - this isn't Auschwitz.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | March 11, 2019 2:44 PM |
I wonder if we're going to find out this anti-smoker/racebait/ transbait/shitposting troll is Matt again?
by Anonymous | reply 4 | March 11, 2019 2:46 PM |
F&F
by Anonymous | reply 5 | March 11, 2019 2:54 PM |
I know this is a troll post but I'll bite anyway....
Years ago I used to smoke menthol cigarettes - Newports to be specific. The cool menthol sensation was really relaxing and I particularly enjoyed the smoke breaks at work. But I think what I really liked about smoking was the ritual. As the clocked approached 10:30 am, all the smokers would fill up their coffee cups or grab a soda from the machine. Phone calls would be eagerly wrapped up as we eyed the clock and nodded reassuringly to our fellow smokers that it was almost time. Some would scamper off to pee first while others fished through drawers, purses and pockets for their pack of Malboro Lights or a lighter. We'd meet at the elevator and inevitably have to wait for the stragglers before bombarding the elevator with a mass of jonesing smokers. Once outside we'd break up into smaller groups and chit chat, gossip about work, laugh at last night's Seinfeld episode or occasionally wander off for a quick walk. Cell phones were not yet ubiquitous so it forced us to engage each other. Being a smoker was the common factor that brought us all together for 5 or 10 mins thrice a day every day no matter what your station or status was. We wrapped it up with the sharing of mint gum and overwhelming the office with a mass of ashtray scented smokers. We'd meet again at lunchtime and repeat the ritual at 3 pm. The non-smokers would inevitably complain about the cigarette smell or the cloud of smoke outside or our taking too many breaks. We were unfazed. We thought we were making great sacrifices after smoking at our desks was banned. We thought non-smokers were fussy pussies and laughed them off. Good times!
by Anonymous | reply 6 | March 11, 2019 3:46 PM |