Minding my own business I walk over to the designated smoking area, just before I light up my cigeratte you come walking over to me, eyes lit up like Christmas, yet you're not smoking. . . What are you doing standing over here? I can see straight through you! Your intentions are clear as day to me, you've come here because of your smoking fetish just to catch a little sniff of my Smoke. To watch my inhale and exhale the Smoke. But think again.. you've just made yourself a target and my new ashtray. Digesting my bratty ash in queue like a good boy! I know you are married I can tell. . . I wonder if eating ash is a form of cheating? What would your wife think?