You know, I heard something today that I find, it's not funny, but I was amused when I heard it—about you. And I didn’t know this about you, that, you, you, you smoke.
I actually, if there was an Olympics for smoking; I’m kind of, like, more gold medals than Mark Spitz.
Really?
Yeah, the thing is, about five months ago, because it was really starting to affect my health, I gave up, you know.
How did you try to stop?
You’ve clapped way too early. Yes, it’s premature.
Because, you know, I have been talking about it a lot because people interviewed a lot. They can’t believe I've stopped smoking and talking about, talking about, and talking about, so it caused last night, when I had a couple glasses of wine, I had more cigarettes coming out to me, then, I've had one each year, so I, sort of, fell off the wagon.
No, no, Russell, I mean, you had heard that smoking is not good for you. There was a rumor.
Has it reached Australia？ But I don’t intend to listen to rumor, and then you vandalize…Now, when did you, when did you start smoking?
When I was ten.
Again, this is not a good thing.
Yeah, I mean, I was such a committed smoker that I used to, you know, carrying it with..., sorry, to high school. I used to have coupled down the sock.
Sure. And this is, I mean, I have been smoking for so long. I smoked before disposable lighter was invented, you know? And, you know, a box of matches in your pocket, a high school's dad gave away. So, I used to just take a little bit of flint, and like three or four matches, so I can get through my diet at high school. This is insane. And Sidney Boys’ High used to wear suit, you know, and sort of wool blend with the pockets in, and a lining made of like the most tedious polyesters and plastic stuff, you know. I was sitting in an English one day, and I had my little piece of flint and three matches in my pocket, and I just sort of adjust myself in the seat, and the next thing you know… HahahaI mean I was only thirteen, and I didn’t have that much pubic hair. It was. I can’t pretty much kill the first crop.
Oh, man. Set fire with pants. |