PUFF OFF!

As we smokers are fast approaching our inevitable fate as social lepers, banished to a life on isolated patches of grass and neon bus shelter style "designated smoking areas" I have to ask myself as I sit in my 6'x6' sweat box office with it's moden open window air con, dressed in my extremely expensive polyester lined potato sack, where would I rather be? I am impressed by the fantastic scam ideas put forward by management, and have ordered in extra foxes glacier mints in preparation for S B Day. Perhaps I will tunnel into the cellar taking the gecko as lookout who knows but wherever there's a will there's a way!