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you know my version goes like this...
smokeing.. outside yes.. inside maybe..
cadillac, mi .. mercy hospital banned all smokeing on the grounds and inside cars on the grounds.. lame..
my beef with it was this.. id rather get in an elevator with a smoker that just smoked.. than the damn idoit lady that took a bath in perfume that morning.. i went before the board and told them that some peps are allergic to perfumes more than those vs. smokers..
with cell phones its thus.. you drive with a cell phone.. you should be shot.. in town in louisiana and michigan it is illegal to talk on a cell phone while pumping gas.. why.. static charges.. you can start a fire faster with a cell phone than with smokes..
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