What a beautiful day it is today. I stepped outside for a short period of time. The heat makes breathing hard. Foul air makes breathing hard. But most of all being an ex-dumb ass makes breathing hard. We all know what a dumb ass is. That's a person that's a member of the Dying Smokers society. Each membership card has two sides to it. One side for the smoker that it suggests each time they want a cigarette they keep the card in their pocket or an empty pack of cigarettes and that they pull out the pkg. and instead of removing a cigarette, they remove the card and read the words that are on it. They begin as follows, "today I am still a dumb ass, because I am reaching for a cigarette. I don't care about the ones I am suppose to love, nor myself or anyone else. I don't care that all of my hard earned money is going to be spent on cigarettes."

Can you imagine just how stupid smoking is? A rolled up dried up weed leaves wrapped in paper, stick it in your mouth and light it on fire. Now you tell me, wouldn't you say that anyone that does that is a dumb ass? Flaming sticks, sticking out of their mouth. And you did it all yourself. Sooner or later if you read this card enough and read enough that you're a dumb ass you can quit smoking, spend a lot longer on this planet with your wife, your husband, your children, your loved ones - your pet dog, your pet pig, and anything else that may matter to you. Saving about $7 a day... that's about $280 per month that you are spending on cigarettes. Boy, looking at it that way I'm sure glad I quit several years ago, because spending that kind of money on a pack of cigarettes really qualifys you as being a dumb ass. So instead of spending that $7 a day on a package of cigarettes, and cutting your lifetime short, offending everyone you are around, just go to my shopping cart and send me that much money. I guarantee you I won't spend it on cigarettes. Most of it will go towards one of the many societies that are out there trying to educate the over abundance of dumb asses in this world.

Boy, I don't think I could say much more about how strong I feel about you killing yourself and being a dumb ass. Prove me wrong. Give that $7 a day to me, a perfect stranger, for no reason at all or give it to another perfect stranger at a convenience store for a package of cigarettes and be a dumb ass. Or open a savings account and every payday put the amount you would have spent for the amount of cigarettes you would have smoked during that pay period into that savings account and if you have children put it in their name so you can send them to college and make double sure they won't end up being a dumb ass like you. Now I don't generally direct my blogs to any one individual. But today I have and you know who you are, so all in all I've said it all. Think it over dumb ass.

Respectfully, hopefully, and the greatest success in building that savings account (or making me rich, either one). If you choose to make me rich, just click anywhere on the work "gift" in my website and it will take you to the place where you can send me your cigarette money. And I promise I'll do something good with it.
 
Signed - an ex-dumb ass, the afterlife messenger