A large addition was being added to the convent one summer. One sister was completely appalled at the language of the workers and went to the Mother Superior to voice her concerns.
"My dear sister" assured the Mother Superior," these men are accustomed to calling a spade, a spade"
"Oh no," redacted the sister "he called it a $%#$* shovel!"
Wreckwriter, I do agree that we all have our shortcomings, and I have more than most. We also have our hot buttons, and well smoking is one of mine. Not your problem I know, and I will endeavor in the future to be more diplomatic about something I think is repulsive and contra-indicated for having a great life.
But I am glad that you don't think it's smart... :tease:
BTW, you can't "lose" fat, you must forcibly evict it!