Backpackers Who Hate Cigars

“There's gotta be someone out there who dislikes those smoldering turds.”

“I don't really like 'em too much but think I have no right to complain about them as I partake of the stinkerette while camping.”

“I don't mind the smell of one outside. They always make me think of my Grandpa. Inside they suffocate me. Every time I think I want to smoke one (every 5 years or so) I get half way through it and have to put it out.”

“Buffalo breath, yeller teeth.....hhhmmm, aahhhhhh!

Is that you grand pappy?”

“I don't mind them too much. I'll have one if in the mood. In close quarters, NO WAY!”

“I cigars are outlawed, only outlaws will have cigars.”

“I hate tobacco smoke. I can't breathe if I'm around it in close quarters. Second hand smoke is almost as bad as smoking yourself. Kids get respiratory problems from parents smoking in the house.”

“People who smoke cigars ought to be required by law to chew gum.”

“One good point about smoking a cigar... If you have a beard, you look like a movie star:
--Lassie--
...taking a dump! No offense to CMB intended! Just Kidding!!!!”

“...dude...cigars remind me of when I was a little squirt living in the big city and i'd see these FAT old men slumbering down the street boasting serious "dickey-doo's" (that would be when your stomach sticks out further than your dickey do)....with their yellow teeth and stinky breath saying "hey sonny boy how are ya?"...and I'd say something like "you ever hear of Jenny Craig?"...they'd sneer at me with a wave of their hand and just keep on walking...usually mumbling jibber jabber....but more than the physical nature of cigar smoking, the biggest thing that struck me about them was the "attitude" they carried. Almost every cigar smoker I ran into had unique personality traits such as: pompous, elitist, arrogance, and an aura of I own the world sort of thing....anyhow...do I like smouldering turds...no way!”

“Like a lard-ass Big Shot, huh?”

“GENEROUS CONTRIBUTOR to the National Parks Foundation, the Sierra Club, The Adirondak Mountain Club, NORML, Rocky Mtn Society, The Batona Hiking Club, KTA, Gay Rights, Womens Rights, Childrens Rights, The Ford Foundation, The Gates Foundation, NPR, PBS, Foudation to Save Music in Schools, RIF, Rotary International, UNICEF, World Wildlife Foundation.

So since I am a pompus A$$, and donate so much of my income to such worthy causes, I am going to smoke a cigar when Im out camping, and no one can tell me not to, because I am a pompus A$$, except in cases of extreme drout, when there is a smoking ban anywhere in the state of colorado, or any other state, for that matter.

Smoking a cigar is not as bad as sayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....SMOKING POT!!!....which is against the law...(not that I have a problem with pot smokers...as stated above, I am a major contributor to NORML)...so...in the future, ifn ya don't like cigar smokers...stay home, or choose your hiking companions more carefully...frankly...starting your car up in the morning is way more harmful to the environment than puffing a cigar...

no offense to any one out there with a differing opinion...oh yeah...and I might even bring a pint of schnapps into the backcountry with me too...now thats REALLLLLLLLLLY bad.

hrummmmmpppppfffffff!!!!!!!1”

“....It was a snowy day...oh back several years...many moons ago...and this fat lard ass big shot(yep he was sporting a dickey-doo) was blubbering down the sidewalk with a big ole stogie dangling from his stench fested lips when suddenly his stubby legs and stogie went whipping high up towards the sky. The man caught some mean air and landed on his fat lard ass. He was sprawled on the ground in position to make snow angels. I said to him "how many times am I gonna tell you...Jenny Craig works!...if that isn't good enough try Weight Watchers!" Well...this man was furious. He gave me a mean stare and said sonny boy when I get up i'm gonna....blah blah blah...something of the sort. I knew he couldn't get up, for one thing he had just stepped out from the local pub with one too many shots in his sorry fat rear-end. Anyhow...I just stood there laughing my ass off at the pompous elitist. So...I just kept on walking leaving him with "so how big of a shot are you now tubby?".....The moral of the story is...leave the stogie and shots in the pub not on the street or trails for that matter.”

“cigars no! now blunts on the other hand...”

“...did I forget to mention that I hate cigars....”

“stratusloop-
You gotta "sloop" or a "loop"?

stikmon-
Smoke 'em if ya gottem.
I wouldn't mind camping with you and your stanky cigar....really!
I just refuse to ever go canoeing with you.












That was YOU who had that great canoe adventure, huh?
And if it wasn't, then my joke is really lame.”

“I love to smoke cigars have been for 10 years or so.

8)”

“Stinker~~~~~~~%^”