I don't know what or who gave you the idea that it was in any way all right to smoke in the indoor laundry room in our apartment complex, especially with the window closed. Fuck off, and die of lung cancer.
Thank you for putting that shit out when I started wheezing audibly. As it is, I'm registering a complaint with the office in the morning. Too bad I don't have your name or apartment number. I am still unsure as to whether you put the damn thing out because I was wheezing, or because the thing had burned down to the filter.
You're not one of my friends, you're not going to be one of my friends, and I seriously doubt your worth as a human being.
Die,
she who has to fight a will save against vomit when in the same close space as cigarette smoke.
Crossposted:
note_to_asshat, 
azurelunatic. 