Posted on 05/17/2010 3:02:15 PM PDT by MaryFromMichigan
A Shepherd woman is being treated for head trauma at Blodgett Hospital in Grand Rapids after leaping from a pickup because her husband refused to stop for her to purchase cigarettes about 7:30 p.m. Sunday, Isabella County sheriff’s officials said.
Jacklin Faber suffered head injuries and was transported to Central Michigan Community Hospital and later airlifted by helicopter to Blodgett Hospital in Grand Rapids for treatment.
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Ping.
Smoking is bad for your health
Good thing it wasn’t a plane.
Smoking can lead to a number of diseases that can cause death. I don’t recall stupidity being caused by smoking but it can cause death a lot quicker.
“airlifted by helicopter”
...this really urkes me! The same way that a jumper from a bridge stops traffic and we all wait for authorities to talk the imbosil down. Self inflicted circumstances and we all wait and pay.
Maybe they can give her cigarettes in the hospital.
That was crazy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIN8MmMloZE
“”Now I’m a feller with a heart of gold
And the ways of a gentleman I’ve been told
The kind of guy that wouldn’t even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
The guy that invented the cigarette
I’d murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree
It ain’t cuz I don’t smoke myself
And I don’t reckon that it’ll harm your health
Smoked all my life and I ain’t dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin’ party or a poker game
Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
Now in a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was a-doin’ me right
The kings and the queens just kept on comin’ round
And I got a full and I bet ‘em high
But my bluff didn’t work on a certain guy
He just kept on raisin’ and layin’ that money down
Now he’d raise me and I’d raise him
I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim
He finally called and didn’t even raise the bet
So I said “aces full Pops how ‘bout you?”
He said “I’ll tell you in a minute or two
But right now, I gotta have me a cigarette”
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hates to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
(Ah, smoke it! Hah! Yes! Yes! Yes!)
The other night I had a date
With the cutest little girl in the United States
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame
She loved me and it seemed to me
That things were ‘bout like they oughta be
So hand in hand we strolled down lover’s lane
She was oh so far from a cake of ice
And our smoochin’ party was goin’ nice
So help me cats I believe I’d be there yet
But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said, “ah, Marty, excuse me please
I just gotta have me another, cigarette”
And she said, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette.
“”
Instead of driving, she should have just walked a mile for a Camel.
imbecile
Now she'll be a veggie, and won't miss her smokes.
It was written by someone else, but I think Phil Harris made it famous.
Now she’ll be a veggie and he’ll have to take care of her.
Well I was born at Blodgett Hospital, actually.
No...OUR taxes will!!
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain’t got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin’ broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out suits and shoes,
I don’t pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain’t locked
When no one’s around.
I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain’t got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin’ broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.
My guess is the husband probably threw her out...then made up the cigarettes story.
The words are "irks" and "imbecile".
Imbeciles that cannot spell really irk me.
You don’t think alcohol had anything to do with it?
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