LJH
Platinum Member
I got the aversion therapy as a kid: both parents chain-smoked. My favorite was going somewhere in the car with the two of them, all windows up and no where to hide. My mother chain-smoked the whole time she was pregnant with me and I suspect that's the reason I'm such a scrawny little specimen. I try to blame the ugly on it too, but that's a stretch. :laughing: And the ciggies back then, in the 40s & 50s, weren't nearly as toxic as the additive-laden cancer sticks of today.