If I've learned anything from the increased length of a certain part of my anatomy (penis) and my full head of lustrous, magic hair, it's that all you need to do to fix any conceivable problem is to send some asshole a hundred bucks a month over the internet.
I've got a friend who's smoked for twenty years and he swears by these things after about a week in, so maybe they do work, but I'm still skeptical. My schedule is already pretty filled up with constantly recharging the batteries of a dozen different bullshit devices already, now I've got to plug my dukes into the wall as well? This shit is like a condom for your lungs, and feels just about as natural.
There's just no such thing as a healthy cigarette, and wanting to kill yourself is part of the charm of smoking in the first place. If I wanted to live forever I'd buy a pill for that off an infomercial.
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These things work. Just sayin.
Love robot cigarettes. Mostly cause I don't wanna be on eHarmony new dude shopping after menopause.
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