I smoke close to a pack of cigarettes a day and I still outlast everyone at karate and kung fu. I do cough up large gobs of ropey mucus every morning, but it's always clear, and once that's out of my system I'm good for the rest of the day.
I guess the simple fact of the matter is that I'm the shit. =P
Hey, let's all get together and start a cult like Heaven's Gate. But instead of drinking poison, let's just hang out and smoke and drink and do drugs in excess until we die. And we can make up some story about riding the hurricanes into the afterlife, or to the alien mothership, or whatever else our substance-addled brains can come up with. =D
"Four ounces of pot, three people, two bags of mushrooms, and one house on the Vineyard. They won't leave the house, but their journey will take them far..."
d00d I am the master of cults. Anyone remember my Anti-Emo Action Squad, or AEAS? I had many members of SK in an uproar over a joke cult. It was great. =D