Here we go again

[Grizzlyhasclaws]

The following was quoted from a co worker of mine. She posted this on Facebook, shortly after I posted a picture of myself on Facebook, enjoying a dinner and drinks, with my HOF coin and 200 day chip in the shocker position on my 300th day quit.

Many would argue smoking cigarettes kills. I however strongly feel that it saves lives,....of others, that come near me. Although I'm consuming thousands of molecules of cancerous poisons, making my skin age more quickly, yellowing my teeth and nails, blackening my lungs, etc etc etc. Don't hate on a smoker. I'm tired of the JUDGING. I do not judge if you choose to binge on chocolate, or if your vise is going on shopping sprees! People do things. People have addictions. Whether it's buying a 20 oz pop everyday, a favorite pack of gum, or a carton of cigarettes! In the end we will all end up 6 ft under, if you're not a smoker AWESOME!!!!! If you were a smoker and quit, CONGRATULATIONS, if you're still a smoker - ITS OKAY! Nobody is perfect. Stay humble. *End of rant.

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This is addict talk. This is weak talk. This is bitch talk. Was it a fluke she posted this 2 hrs after I flaunted my quit, possibly.Judging by her ignorance of me today, my initial feelings where true. She's jealous of my freedom.

I'm posting this for guests visiting this site ( and maybe some members who are struggling). Read the quoted paragraph. This is what weak ass addicts say. They make excuses. They justify why they use. "Life is unfair to me". "My boss is annoying". "I'm under a lot of stress". To which I respond, "Me and everyone else too!"

I could really go on and on about everything that's wrong with her post...but I won't. Read her post...evaluate what you want to achieve... and quit. Once and for all. Own up. Man up. Girl up. Quit. There is nothing "cool" about using.

Thanks for posting. Yep. It's pure justification. It's easier for her to do this than to face the addiction. She is too ashamed to admit to herself that she is addicted.

[THansen2413]

The following was quoted from a co worker of mine. She posted this on Facebook, shortly after I posted a picture of myself on Facebook, enjoying a dinner and drinks, with my HOF coin and 200 day chip in the shocker position on my 300th day quit.

Many would argue smoking cigarettes kills. I however strongly feel that it saves lives,....of others, that come near me. Although I'm consuming thousands of molecules of cancerous poisons, making my skin age more quickly, yellowing my teeth and nails, blackening my lungs, etc etc etc. Don't hate on a smoker. I'm tired of the JUDGING. I do not judge if you choose to binge on chocolate, or if your vise is going on shopping sprees! People do things. People have addictions. Whether it's buying a 20 oz pop everyday, a favorite pack of gum, or a carton of cigarettes! In the end we will all end up 6 ft under, if you're not a smoker AWESOME!!!!! If you were a smoker and quit, CONGRATULATIONS, if you're still a smoker - ITS OKAY! Nobody is perfect. Stay humble. *End of rant.

[/b]

This is addict talk. This is weak talk. This is bitch talk. Was it a fluke she posted this 2 hrs after I flaunted my quit, possibly.Judging by her ignorance of me today, my initial feelings where true. She's jealous of my freedom.

I'm posting this for guests visiting this site ( and maybe some members who are struggling). Read the quoted paragraph. This is what weak ass addicts say. They make excuses. They justify why they use. "Life is unfair to me". "My boss is annoying". "I'm under a lot of stress". To which I respond, "Me and everyone else too!"

I could really go on and on about everything that's wrong with her post...but I won't. Read her post...evaluate what you want to achieve... and quit. Once and for all. Own up. Man up. Girl up. Quit. There is nothing "cool" about using.

[Thumblewort]

'dance' 'clap' CONGRATS ON 300 Brother! 'clap' 'dance'

Nice 3 bagger THansen. You're as solid as they make em.

Way to take back your freedom Thansen. Congrats! 'wave' 'party2'

Congrats on the third floor!! Keep on keepin on.

I want to thank everyone who has wished me well on my 300th day of quit! I never would have been able to make it this far without the help of all of you. I had originally told my parents I'd treat them to dinner and drinks tonight (simply because I hurt no one else more than me, than my parents by using nicotine). They surprised me by making reservations at my favorite Mexican restaurant in honor of me! So, I'm off for shrimp fajitas and margaritas/cervezas! Keep on quitting KTC, you're winning the battle ODAAT.

TH

Lots of wisdom in this guy at 24/25 years. I was very much still sowing oats and didn't give a rat's ass about self improvement. Find a good girl, have some kids. You'll be a great dad.

Congrats, TH! Welcome to the 3rd floor.

Sorry I am late bro, you are the man! Thank you for your support!

[Doc Chewfree]

'dance' 'clap' CONGRATS ON 300 Brother! 'clap' 'dance'

Nice 3 bagger THansen. You're as solid as they make em.

Way to take back your freedom Thansen. Congrats! 'wave' 'party2'

Congrats on the third floor!! Keep on keepin on.

I want to thank everyone who has wished me well on my 300th day of quit! I never would have been able to make it this far without the help of all of you. I had originally told my parents I'd treat them to dinner and drinks tonight (simply because I hurt no one else more than me, than my parents by using nicotine). They surprised me by making reservations at my favorite Mexican restaurant in honor of me! So, I'm off for shrimp fajitas and margaritas/cervezas! Keep on quitting KTC, you're winning the battle ODAAT.

TH

Lots of wisdom in this guy at 24/25 years. I was very much still sowing oats and didn't give a rat's ass about self improvement. Find a good girl, have some kids. You'll be a great dad.

Congrats, TH! Welcome to the 3rd floor.

[Done4Me]

'dance' 'clap' CONGRATS ON 300 Brother! 'clap' 'dance'

Nice 3 bagger THansen. You're as solid as they make em.

Way to take back your freedom Thansen. Congrats! 'wave' 'party2'

Congrats on the third floor!! Keep on keepin on.

I want to thank everyone who has wished me well on my 300th day of quit! I never would have been able to make it this far without the help of all of you. I had originally told my parents I'd treat them to dinner and drinks tonight (simply because I hurt no one else more than me, than my parents by using nicotine). They surprised me by making reservations at my favorite Mexican restaurant in honor of me! So, I'm off for shrimp fajitas and margaritas/cervezas! Keep on quitting KTC, you're winning the battle ODAAT.

TH

Lots of wisdom in this guy at 24/25 years. I was very much still sowing oats and didn't give a rat's ass about self improvement. Find a good girl, have some kids. You'll be a great dad.

[THansen2413]

'dance' 'clap' CONGRATS ON 300 Brother! 'clap' 'dance'

Nice 3 bagger THansen. You're as solid as they make em.

Way to take back your freedom Thansen. Congrats! 'wave' 'party2'

Congrats on the third floor!! Keep on keepin on.

I want to thank everyone who has wished me well on my 300th day of quit! I never would have been able to make it this far without the help of all of you. I had originally told my parents I'd treat them to dinner and drinks tonight (simply because I hurt no one else more than me, than my parents by using nicotine). They surprised me by making reservations at my favorite Mexican restaurant in honor of me! So, I'm off for shrimp fajitas and margaritas/cervezas! Keep on quitting KTC, you're winning the battle ODAAT.

TH

[Grizzlyhasclaws]

'dance' 'clap' CONGRATS ON 300 Brother! 'clap' 'dance'

Nice 3 bagger THansen. You're as solid as they make em.

Way to take back your freedom Thansen. Congrats! 'wave' 'party2'

Congrats on the third floor!! Keep on keepin on.

[rdad]

'dance' 'clap' CONGRATS ON 300 Brother! 'clap' 'dance'

Nice 3 bagger THansen. You're as solid as they make em.

Way to take back your freedom Thansen. Congrats! 'wave' 'party2'

[Steakbomb18]

'dance' 'clap' CONGRATS ON 300 Brother! 'clap' 'dance'

Nice 3 bagger THansen. You're as solid as they make em.

[Smeds]

'dance' 'clap' CONGRATS ON 300 Brother! 'clap' 'dance'

[Ginet]

Once upon a time, not so long ago...

A young man was dying a slow death. He'd poison himself from sun up, to sun down all because he needed his fix. He heard pleas of agony from the ones who cared the most, to just stop poisoning himself. "If only I could", he said. Destined for a life of poor health, empty accounts, and a gut full of regret...the young man accepted his painful demise. A life without a tongue, a cheek, a jaw, and then death.... "Oh well, I guess that's mine".

Call it fate, luck, or destiny in regards to what happened next. A cold February night, will turn out to be the best. Like a moth to the light, this young man was attracted to this site. Chuck full of hard nosed, seasoned quitters who told him, "you can do this". He wasn't treated special, or was fed false hope....he did however realize, "what could it hurt"?

The young man signed up, and dove head first. He followed the recipe and honored his word. He quickly realized this place was full of personalities... but aren't most? Ignoring the hot air, and sucking up the knowledge, the young man crushed through his early days. It wasn't without trial and error, and slippery steps, but his brothers made sure he didn't disappear.

Now well beyond the glitz and glamour of the Hall of Fame days, the young man sees an army at war. It's different this time, though. Instead of fighting this poison, this army is torn. Who is the victim in this conflict? Is it you? Is it me? Or is it some unknown? The young man thinks, it's everyone, both young and old.

The young man is not discouraged at what he sees. For he, himself is free. But what about the future, what do they see? A place of full of personalities that is as unbecoming to them, as it would have been for me? The recipe has never changed, and I'm thankful for that. Tough love and respect, is what worked for me.

The young man, which turns out to be me, is quietly quitting.... do you see?

BAM! Love me some quit poetry.

Yeah Thansen, I see...
I see a thoughtful young man that gave us his first promise to keep nic out of his body 290 days ago. And he has repeated that everyday since. Taking what he needs, and leaving the rest. You get it. Proud to be quit with you.

Nice. Damn. Quitting.

Keep kicking that bitch's ass. That's all that matters.

I'd rather hear poems about Nantucket, but your's is good too.

....and loving what we see. Nice work!

[Thumblewort]

Once upon a time, not so long ago...

A young man was dying a slow death. He'd poison himself from sun up, to sun down all because he needed his fix. He heard pleas of agony from the ones who cared the most, to just stop poisoning himself. "If only I could", he said. Destined for a life of poor health, empty accounts, and a gut full of regret...the young man accepted his painful demise. A life without a tongue, a cheek, a jaw, and then death.... "Oh well, I guess that's mine".

Call it fate, luck, or destiny in regards to what happened next. A cold February night, will turn out to be the best. Like a moth to the light, this young man was attracted to this site. Chuck full of hard nosed, seasoned quitters who told him, "you can do this". He wasn't treated special, or was fed false hope....he did however realize, "what could it hurt"?

The young man signed up, and dove head first. He followed the recipe and honored his word. He quickly realized this place was full of personalities... but aren't most? Ignoring the hot air, and sucking up the knowledge, the young man crushed through his early days. It wasn't without trial and error, and slippery steps, but his brothers made sure he didn't disappear.

Now well beyond the glitz and glamour of the Hall of Fame days, the young man sees an army at war. It's different this time, though. Instead of fighting this poison, this army is torn. Who is the victim in this conflict? Is it you? Is it me? Or is it some unknown? The young man thinks, it's everyone, both young and old.

The young man is not discouraged at what he sees. For he, himself is free. But what about the future, what do they see? A place of full of personalities that is as unbecoming to them, as it would have been for me? The recipe has never changed, and I'm thankful for that. Tough love and respect, is what worked for me.

The young man, which turns out to be me, is quietly quitting.... do you see?

BAM! Love me some quit poetry.

Yeah Thansen, I see...
I see a thoughtful young man that gave us his first promise to keep nic out of his body 290 days ago. And he has repeated that everyday since. Taking what he needs, and leaving the rest. You get it. Proud to be quit with you.

Nice. Damn. Quitting.

Keep kicking that bitch's ass. That's all that matters.

I'd rather hear poems about Nantucket, but your's is good too.

[Grizzlyhasclaws]

Once upon a time, not so long ago...

A young man was dying a slow death. He'd poison himself from sun up, to sun down all because he needed his fix. He heard pleas of agony from the ones who cared the most, to just stop poisoning himself. "If only I could", he said. Destined for a life of poor health, empty accounts, and a gut full of regret...the young man accepted his painful demise. A life without a tongue, a cheek, a jaw, and then death.... "Oh well, I guess that's mine".

Call it fate, luck, or destiny in regards to what happened next. A cold February night, will turn out to be the best. Like a moth to the light, this young man was attracted to this site. Chuck full of hard nosed, seasoned quitters who told him, "you can do this". He wasn't treated special, or was fed false hope....he did however realize, "what could it hurt"?

The young man signed up, and dove head first. He followed the recipe and honored his word. He quickly realized this place was full of personalities... but aren't most? Ignoring the hot air, and sucking up the knowledge, the young man crushed through his early days. It wasn't without trial and error, and slippery steps, but his brothers made sure he didn't disappear.

Now well beyond the glitz and glamour of the Hall of Fame days, the young man sees an army at war. It's different this time, though. Instead of fighting this poison, this army is torn. Who is the victim in this conflict? Is it you? Is it me? Or is it some unknown? The young man thinks, it's everyone, both young and old.

The young man is not discouraged at what he sees. For he, himself is free. But what about the future, what do they see? A place of full of personalities that is as unbecoming to them, as it would have been for me? The recipe has never changed, and I'm thankful for that. Tough love and respect, is what worked for me.

The young man, which turns out to be me, is quietly quitting.... do you see?

BAM! Love me some quit poetry.

Yeah Thansen, I see...
I see a thoughtful young man that gave us his first promise to keep nic out of his body 290 days ago. And he has repeated that everyday since. Taking what he needs, and leaving the rest. You get it. Proud to be quit with you.

Nice. Damn. Quitting.

Keep kicking that bitch's ass. That's all that matters.

[brettlees]

Once upon a time, not so long ago...

A young man was dying a slow death. He'd poison himself from sun up, to sun down all because he needed his fix. He heard pleas of agony from the ones who cared the most, to just stop poisoning himself. "If only I could", he said. Destined for a life of poor health, empty accounts, and a gut full of regret...the young man accepted his painful demise. A life without a tongue, a cheek, a jaw, and then death.... "Oh well, I guess that's mine".

Call it fate, luck, or destiny in regards to what happened next. A cold February night, will turn out to be the best. Like a moth to the light, this young man was attracted to this site. Chuck full of hard nosed, seasoned quitters who told him, "you can do this". He wasn't treated special, or was fed false hope....he did however realize, "what could it hurt"?

The young man signed up, and dove head first. He followed the recipe and honored his word. He quickly realized this place was full of personalities... but aren't most? Ignoring the hot air, and sucking up the knowledge, the young man crushed through his early days. It wasn't without trial and error, and slippery steps, but his brothers made sure he didn't disappear.

Now well beyond the glitz and glamour of the Hall of Fame days, the young man sees an army at war. It's different this time, though. Instead of fighting this poison, this army is torn. Who is the victim in this conflict? Is it you? Is it me? Or is it some unknown? The young man thinks, it's everyone, both young and old.

The young man is not discouraged at what he sees. For he, himself is free. But what about the future, what do they see? A place of full of personalities that is as unbecoming to them, as it would have been for me? The recipe has never changed, and I'm thankful for that. Tough love and respect, is what worked for me.

The young man, which turns out to be me, is quietly quitting.... do you see?

BAM! Love me some quit poetry.

Yeah Thansen, I see...
I see a thoughtful young man that gave us his first promise to keep nic out of his body 290 days ago. And he has repeated that everyday since. Taking what he needs, and leaving the rest. You get it. Proud to be quit with you.

Nice. Damn. Quitting.

[rdad]

Once upon a time, not so long ago...

A young man was dying a slow death. He'd poison himself from sun up, to sun down all because he needed his fix. He heard pleas of agony from the ones who cared the most, to just stop poisoning himself. "If only I could", he said. Destined for a life of poor health, empty accounts, and a gut full of regret...the young man accepted his painful demise. A life without a tongue, a cheek, a jaw, and then death.... "Oh well, I guess that's mine".

Call it fate, luck, or destiny in regards to what happened next. A cold February night, will turn out to be the best. Like a moth to the light, this young man was attracted to this site. Chuck full of hard nosed, seasoned quitters who told him, "you can do this". He wasn't treated special, or was fed false hope....he did however realize, "what could it hurt"?

The young man signed up, and dove head first. He followed the recipe and honored his word. He quickly realized this place was full of personalities... but aren't most? Ignoring the hot air, and sucking up the knowledge, the young man crushed through his early days. It wasn't without trial and error, and slippery steps, but his brothers made sure he didn't disappear.

Now well beyond the glitz and glamour of the Hall of Fame days, the young man sees an army at war. It's different this time, though. Instead of fighting this poison, this army is torn. Who is the victim in this conflict? Is it you? Is it me? Or is it some unknown? The young man thinks, it's everyone, both young and old.

The young man is not discouraged at what he sees. For he, himself is free. But what about the future, what do they see? A place of full of personalities that is as unbecoming to them, as it would have been for me? The recipe has never changed, and I'm thankful for that. Tough love and respect, is what worked for me.

The young man, which turns out to be me, is quietly quitting.... do you see?

BAM! Love me some quit poetry.

Yeah Thansen, I see...
I see a thoughtful young man that gave us his first promise to keep nic out of his body 290 days ago. And he has repeated that everyday since. Taking what he needs, and leaving the rest. You get it. Proud to be quit with you.