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Originally Posted by humfrz
Now THAT reminds me of a back-in-CT-story. We had a neighbor lady that went to a local hypnotist to try to quit smoking. It worked for her!
So, I ask her who he was and she told me and I made an appointment.
She also said that he liked men more than women.
I thought ..... no problem ..... and I went. He reclined me in this chair and got awful close and started saying some sort of voodoo shit. Needless to say, I didn't go under his spell (that I remember at least) and therefore the session didn't make me quit smoking ...... 
So, no ..... no more of that deep breathing and counting stuff ..... my mind is rather fragile and I fear that I will drift off to somewhere .......and never come back ....... 
humfrz |
Exercising the lungs is key to long life. They say my grandpa found an extra ten years because he was in a harmonica band. The toll of WWII and years of smoking still had him on oxygen toward the end, but the insurance didn't even want to cover that because... he'd live too long?! Maybe this is why men die before their wives... who gets more lung exercise? In the stereotypical relationship, at any rate, the wind typically only blows in one direction.
Also, we like it when you bring back the memories these little stints dig up.
I'm sure my grandpa had them, but never shared. Closest we got to a sense of things was when my sister was telling a story of an ex that had fleeced her (credit card company's poor security at fault, but she got left with the bill to the tune of $26k...) and he got up and had the phone in hand, and my grandma freaked out and convinced him to... not call someone... and return to the table, and another solid game of hand-and-foot. No idea who he was going to call, but... he was first gen American of Italian descent. So my imagination goes a little boggled crazy.
Carry on, after your nap.
Maybe you'll have a tale of fabric blowing in the breeze to your advantage next time 'round.
C