Luckily I am an adult man with thousands of years of robust genetic pedigree. As a man with means I have my own lounge in my home, so when the temperature rises to ranges only suited for Haitian yard workers, I smoke inside at a cool 68 degrees. Likewise, as an adult man with prodigious genes, I do not need a heater or a blanket when the winter witch comes. If you cannot sit outside and enjoy a cigar anytime the temp plummets below 50 degrees, you should acknowledge your genetic malfeasance and pass on spawning that fetid ill-constructed DNA. But your mileage may vary; however, I suspect most adult men with even middle class genes will smoke, hot, cold, day, night, and even in front of their mommy or wife.
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Wednesday, September 6, 2023 11:33:40 PM |
Reason: big hung energy