(Or the real question should be: why are there still smokers? But I digress.)I just read about pocket ashtrays. Phillip Morris, that grand cancer-causing patriarch of the drrty south, is giving them out as part of the Keep America Beautiful campaign. DOI! Why doesn't every smoker carry one? Most smokers I know wouldn't dream of tossing their old Mickey-D's bag on the street after devouring their two cheeseburger extra value meal, but they have no problem tossing a butt on God's green earth. Folks- you don't own that earth, and cigarette butts are litter, come on now. You don't want to kill the little birdies and fishies. You clean up your dog's poo, so clean up your own crap and get your smoking self a pocket ashtray. And then go get some Nicorette gum and grow up already. Harsh, I know. But so is carbon monoxide, and you inhale that, so...
In other nicotine news, Mayor Street signed the smoking ban. HOO-RAH.
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