Eat my hot ash and stale butts. You know the difference between cigarettes and yourself? My fags never fail at pleasing me. Want to be my good boy? Bare the waft of white, creamy smoke I blow onto your face (until your eyes tear up) and it's pungent taste in your mouth. Beg me to flick my steaming, hot ash onto your tongue and then beg me to let you swallow it. Don't flinch - an ashtray is supposed to stay quiet, an object for me to use whenever and however I desire. Finally, open wide, eat my chewie, stale cigarette butts as I laugh at how perverted and sick you are (and at how sick me and... Show more