You too can be Queen Elizabeth on the couch, a cuban plantation owner, a lazy furniture mover, or two people rocking themselves to a slow, cancerous death.
This woman is not a woman. She may look like one, a beautiful one, long and cool, but in fact, she is a cigarette. You want to smoke her, admit it.
The man thinks, this man here will share his cigarettes with me. His wife seems to find me attractive. I hope my wife doesn't come down the stairs and find us. Oops!
This man thinks, darn, I missed the bus. Hey, that billboard's talking to me. Look, that guy's going to sleep with the singing lady. Go get her, guy. Oh, he's just having a smoke. Wait, that look he is giving me... maybe he is going to screw her, after all. Lucky.
Girls, prepare yourselves for a life of enslavement. Boys, you know what to do.
French people get the Eiffel Tower. We get cigarettes.
Weirdoes are actually the conformists, seeing how they conform to weirdness. But not the Camel man.
If an opera singer can smoke, so can you.
If an actress with ethics can smoke, so can you.
If I smoke, I too can look young and attractive, and sound like Estelle Getty.