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Jin Lings', better than Marlboro!

My 12 year old daughter begged me to buy these for her. I was reluctant at first but gave in so she'd shut up. Anyhow what a great idea! She has become very popular in school! So much so her friends show up every day after school. I swear 3 or 4 of her little guy friends appear after school asking if my daughter can come out and play! She's so popular and special and this has given her a great confidence boost!

She's is now 6 months pregnant, but on the other hand her popularity and confidence boost has made her the most popular whore in junior high! I am so proud of my little girl. For her 13th birthday she's asking for carton of marlboros, a clit piercing and a tatoo. She's such a darling white trash whore.

Thank you Sticky Nips!

>> ^misterwight:

To use The Daily Show's argument, to all of you boo-hooing about the death of corporate freedom, would you support McDonald's if it decided to start adding nicotine to its kids' meals? Some other artificial addictive, yet unregulated substance? I mean, it's not like anyone's forcing the parents to take their kids there.


To use your argument, you shouldn't be able to cash in your Marlboro points for prizes.

Real men get cancer.

I like Bill Hicks but it seems like even he was brainwashed by the myth of the Marlboro Man.

It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property
so i slid my beenie hat on sloppily
and promenade out to take up a collection
i got game like i read the directions
i 'm wishing that i had an automobile
as i feel the cold wind rush past
but let me state that i am a hustler for real
so you know i got the stolen bus pass
just as the bus pulls up and i step to the rear
this ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
i see my ole school partner said his brother got popped
pay my respects
can you ring the bell we came to my stop
the street light reflects off the piss on the ground
which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
which reflects off the fact that i am broke
now what the fuck is new
i need loot i sweat the motherfucka
in the tweed suit
and i'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot
eased up slow and discreet
could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
didn't wanna fuck up the come on
so i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy
bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
damn this motherfucka had a hella of andrew jacksons
i'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it
used to call em fat cats.
i just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto
master card or visa i'd gladly accept those
sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets
story just begun but you already know
aint no need to get down shit i'm already low

My footsteps echo in the darkness
my teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
i look down and i hear my somach growling
step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
i never pay for shit that i can get by doing dirt
link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt
all up in her face and her breath was like murder
damn the shit i do for a free hamburger
(girl )"well you got my number you gonna call me tonite"
it depends is them burgers attached to a price
"sorry sorry"
im just kidding i'ma call you write you love letters
"it's all good"
thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper.
(girl)thats cool you want some ice
yeah and some fries will be hella nice
(girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day
im up outta here anyway
i use peoples before they use me
cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz
thats what an og told me
gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that i just got
came to an underground parking lot
this place is good as any fuck its all good
walked in found a car hopped itself up on a hood
ate my burger threw back my cola
somebody said hey it was a rented pig i thought it was a roller
"want me to call the cops?"
i dont want them to see me
looked down and saw that i was sitting on a lamboughini
it was rollses ferraris and jags by the dozen
a building door opened
damn it was my cousin
getting offa work dressed up no lie
tux cummerband and a blackbow tie
i was like hey
"who is it"
me
"oh whats up man i just quit this company
they hella racist and the pay was too low "
i said arite what was up in there though
"a party with rich motherfuckas i dont know the situation
i know they got cabbage owning corporations
ibm chryslers and shit is what they seeing"
just then a light bulb went off in my head
they be thinking all black folks is resembling
gimme your tux and i'll do some pocket swindling
fit the change in the bathroom and i freeze off my nuts
lets take a short break
while i get into this tux
grunt zipp
alright i'm ready

Fresh dressed like a million bucks
i be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux
my arm is at a right angle up silver tray in my hand
may i interest you in some caviar mam
my eyes shoots round the room there and here
noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
background barry manilow copacobana
and a strong ass scent of stoagies from havana
what no place where a brother might been
snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
allrite then lets begin this
nights like this is good for business
five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques
talking giggling and shit
well one mother fucka gave me twits
and everbody else jacking it throttling
found out later you know coca cola bottling
talking to a black man who he's confused
we looking hella bourgie
ass all tight and seditty
recognzed him as the mayor of my city
who treats young black man like frank nitty
mr coke said to mr mayor "you know we got a process like ice t's hair
we put up the fund for your election campaign
and oh um waiter can you bring the champagne"
a real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
to make some condos out of low income housing
immediately we need some media heat
to say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet
harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated
when we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
my man that owns marlboros
donated a fat sum
thats when i step back some to contemplate what few know
sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo
aint no one player that could beat this lunancy
aint no hustler on the street could do a whole community
this is how deep shit can get
it reads macaroni on my birth certificate
poontang is my middle name but i cant hang
i'm getting hustled
only knowing half the game
shit how the fuck do i get out of this place.

I started with camel lights and then went over to marlboro menthol lights after I started dating my woman...one of us had to change and I guess she was the one that had more cigarettes.

I do feel like it is a weaker choice to use a drug to quit, but then again, it's always an awesome break from work to get up go out and have a smoke with somebody. I don't think I can deal with quitting the psychological enjoyment I get out of smoking and the addiction.

What's your brand of poison? I smoked Marlboro Lights (occasionally Marlboro Reds) from 14 to whenever I switched over to Camel Lights. I quit cold turkey.

I refused to take any aids like Nicorette or prescriptions because I always felt like people tell you you cannot do something without outside help, as if we're all helpless to addiction. The first couple of days I wanted a smoke, but it wasn't anything I could withstand.

I do miss smoking. It is fun when it doesn't make your lungs hurt.

I break shit up so just chill, and sit still
I'm not on the pop hop but yo my shit still
Sells like a mother, there's not another
Dark brown brother who grew up undercover
Running game on a dame like Too $hort
I'll smoke an MC like a Newport
Or a Marlboro, or a Salem
It doesn't matter cause I take him and I wail him
Get a rush of the nicotine, battle?
Nigga please, I won't even attempt
But if the crowd thinks he's a worthy opponent
I'll grab the mic and show I own it
Yo bust it, better off if you not sing, God bless the pothead
As I remember what my moms and my pops said
Strive for the best, you gain your respect
Or you can settle for a public assistance check
If you don't want to break your neck
So I said "What the heck?"
People always say "Hey we like the way you make beats"
He doesn't use breakbeats
But I take it in stride and do my work on the inside
Won't fake on the flimside

From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli
My style slams, but some still want to get with me
I don't understand, kid you just can't see me
When my LP drop all my friends will want a freebie
Whether in a car or you ride the train
My style stands out like a vericose vein
So don't front cause you know I'm the champ
Better off trying to buy a pack of Newports with a food stamp
Cause the odds are none
Cause like Jimmy Castor, I've just begun
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
Spicy as a steak with potatoes au gratin
But I'm not soup, I just got a lot of nerve
Cause motherfuckers want to see me shoot to the curve
But I just won't slip cause a slip ain't hip
I stay on my toe like Broadway Joe
One time I did I thought the girl was a friend of me
So I started sleeping with the enemy
I won't let a stunt misguide me
And you can jump on my tree stump if you want to ride me

See like hotcakes, people have prostate cancer of the liver
Yo, cause I deliver
Legt new shit that hits like a mule kick
Don't try to flip, moneygrip, or you'll get
A very swift kick in the anus, yeah
Homeboy, I'll make you famous
As a young buck people used to call me shorty
When I was broke I used to chip in for forties
But there's no retreat or surrender
And my pockets stay stuffed with legal tender
So give a shout if you with me (Yeah!)
Give a shout if you with me (Yeah!)
So give a shout and let me know if you like the way the flow, goes
And yo, does it matter on the FDR or the Westside
People contemplate what's the best side
But I sit back and observe like a Bhuddist monk
Cause Diamond gots spunk
For the new generation like Pepsi
I'll make your grandmother say "Heavens to Betsy"

>> ^thinker247:
If you weren't occasionally funny, you'd be on the business side of my BANHAMMER, as MG would like to call it.
I'm totally jealous of Mrs. NASCAR Sudafed Marlboro Gallagher Palin.


Son, don't flatter yourself, and certainly don't disrespect Dr. MarineGunrock's honor.

If you weren't occasionally funny, you'd be on the business side of my BANHAMMER, as MG would like to call it.

I'm totally jealous of Mrs. NASCAR Sudafed Marlboro Gallagher Palin.

hey ox.
The ones with the black box are not posters - they are on the back of the cigarette pack. (haven´t affected sales, it seems)

Once I saw a person buying cigs, and he got the one with the impotence message. He said to the vendor: Hey, don´t give me impotence, I prefer the one that causes lung cancer.

unlike the US, brazilians can get their Marlboros for nearly a dollar.
And whenever taxes go up, smuggling from Paraguay goes skyhigh.

Pistol Pete smoked Marlboros!

wouldn't know about the camels, only ever had second-hand Marlboro reds dogs....

Good stuff! A lot of those images in the TIME piece are timeless - they symbolize photojournalism in times of war.
- Though I'm really surprised the Marlboro Man wasn't in that. Thanks.