Midnight urge for booze

So here I am and its near midnight, I cant buy booze of a rack here coz the darn swiss don’t sell booze after 9 pm, its fucking worse than delhi, and a lot of other places I have found myself stranded in...

Thankfully there is a (almost) friendly neighborhood bar to quench my thirst at. I must point they don’t serve my poison of choice, the good ol scotch, but they do have unlimited quantities of beer ( yuck)

So its me and a pint of Carlsberg, the good thing – you can smoke in the bar, all those anti tobacco campaigners can go and fuck them selves as I write this. The joys of smoking over a drink are unparallel, its close to an orgasm, its better than life itself. and considering the same why would you waste your time banning smoking in pubs all at our expense? why?

And if I do get cancer, its my life, and all that shyte about second hand smoke, too bad you guys can still fuck your selves