Never Say Never Again

A friend recently got engaged, so we celebrated last night with cigars. As might have been anticipated, this morning I felt like a badger had crawled down my throat, then sat around drinking and smoking with all it's mates, all ten of them, for hours.

Therefore I'm giving up smoking cigars, unless it's at a wedding, or Christmas, or I'm to drunk to know the difference, or someone gets born, or I'm offered a cigar by someone it would be rude or highly inconvenient to turn down, or I have to play a cigar-smoking character, or some other good reason, or I really, really feel like it.