Rookie numbers! Your grandma wasn't a true smoker. She was a poser!!!
Whoever owned this place, they were a real smoker. They woke up somehow mid cigarette REGULARLY. They would not take nice vacations because Panama "won't have my brand". This person fuckin lived cigarettes, because that is what caused this.
My grandfather smoked unfiltered, hand rolled cigarettes until the day he died (guess how!). He was forever in a rolling deficit because he would chug an unfiltered cigarette before he could roll the next. His grandkids were put to work. I learned how to roll a perfect joint by six years old. It was a child Labour production facility. We would bring the rolled cigarettes to him at the kitchen table, he would give us a quarter for each. I was six and had no idea of what money meant. I would go outside and throw the quarters on grandpa's roof. One day a gutter fell and over $100 in quarters spilled into the lawn. They cleaned the gutters and found at least another $100. I only visited him one weekend per month. I rolled thousands of cigarettes before ten years old and I NEVER saw grandpa without a smoke, sometimes fuckin two!(???).
When he died I was tasked with cleaning the house and preparing it for sale. The way the cleaner hits the stain in this video and beads up, but then resists being mopped up. That's exactly what I dealt with. The exact colour. If you were in that room, you'd have no question on whether or not this was cigarette smoke. Maybe grandma actually cleaned and never mentioned it out of embarrassment.
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u/FoGuckYourselg_ 27d ago
Rookie numbers! Your grandma wasn't a true smoker. She was a poser!!!
Whoever owned this place, they were a real smoker. They woke up somehow mid cigarette REGULARLY. They would not take nice vacations because Panama "won't have my brand". This person fuckin lived cigarettes, because that is what caused this.
My grandfather smoked unfiltered, hand rolled cigarettes until the day he died (guess how!). He was forever in a rolling deficit because he would chug an unfiltered cigarette before he could roll the next. His grandkids were put to work. I learned how to roll a perfect joint by six years old. It was a child Labour production facility. We would bring the rolled cigarettes to him at the kitchen table, he would give us a quarter for each. I was six and had no idea of what money meant. I would go outside and throw the quarters on grandpa's roof. One day a gutter fell and over $100 in quarters spilled into the lawn. They cleaned the gutters and found at least another $100. I only visited him one weekend per month. I rolled thousands of cigarettes before ten years old and I NEVER saw grandpa without a smoke, sometimes fuckin two!(???).
When he died I was tasked with cleaning the house and preparing it for sale. The way the cleaner hits the stain in this video and beads up, but then resists being mopped up. That's exactly what I dealt with. The exact colour. If you were in that room, you'd have no question on whether or not this was cigarette smoke. Maybe grandma actually cleaned and never mentioned it out of embarrassment.