It reminds me of what my father used to say (May he rest in peace), “I need to find me a fat Doctor who smokes 3 packs a day”. Ha..finally killed him in his eighties, but like he said, “when I die, you an look down in my grave and say, the SOB did what he wanted”. In other words, he died with his boots on...
We had one of those docs in my town
Even in the hospital, he’d have about an inch and a half of ash hanging on his cigarette while working on a patient