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Years of tar has been absorbed into his chest and there are many more to come

I love this smoker. You can tell he has FILTHY lungs from decades of heavy smoking. Maybe he started in his teens and vowed never to quit.

Why make your lungs share?

Making sure his sons morning cough starts growing stronger

Pulling that tar deep into his weakening lungs

He often wonders what his lungs look like under what appears to the world as a healthy chest, but he knows from his morning cough that healthy is not the case . His lungs are being ravaged by smoke daily and he can feel that tar shifting around as he coughs each morning

Bet his lungs have been hauling and processing Marlboro tar for many years. The nicotine has him so hooked all he can do is filter that Marlboro tar and enjoy every pleasure Marlboro will give him. If he’s dedicated enough, Marlboro will reward him with a lifetime achievement award of emphysema and or lung cancer. Every smoker should be proud and aim for these trophies and enjoy every cigarette. As every cigarette is a brick in the wall of lung cancer

Breathing that creamy smoke in deep to expose as many air sacs to that smoke in order to absorb tar and slowly weigh down his chest as it slowly hardens and decays

Pushing their addictions all while covering more and more air sacs with tar, slowly developing a morning cough, getting out of breath, and feeling heavy chested.

Already feels the tar slowly suffocating him but he’s too addicted to care, and frankly, he felt his lungs were made to process smoke

Been addicted since he was a teen and never quitting. He loves that his lungs are black with tar

He’s been smoking since he was 14 and he’s never going to quit feeding his greedy hungry lungs the poisonous smoke he made them crave

Working on planting seeds in the garden in their lungs for cancer

Needing that last nic fix before going without for an hour or so, already thinking about greedily chaining afterwards

Cigarettes are constantly on his mind, he’s been hooked since he was 13 and now it’s all he can think about, and he wouldn’t have it any other way

He keeps that chest full of smoke and growing with tar

Making sure his friend doesn’t get too much fresh air