M.O.F.S.

My ex is a M. O. F. S. She smoked in my car and my bed. I still smell her in my dreams.

My sister is a M. O. F. S. She smokes so much, she’s got a cough that could knock out a bull.

My neighbor is a M. O. F. S. She smokes in the hallway, and I can't breathe through my nose anymore.

My friend is a M. O. F. S. She smokes like she's fighting a dragon.

My aunt is a M. O. F. S. She smokes so hard, she could light up a whole room.

My coworker is a M. O. F. S. She takes a drag and stares at you like you’re the enemy.

My mom is a M. O. F. S. She has a whole box of cigarettes and only one friend left.

My cousin is a M. O. F. S. She smokes more than she talks.

My teacher is a M. O. F. S. She has a cigarette in one hand and a red pen in the other.

My best friend is a M. O. F. S. She smokes and laughs like it’s a party.

My boss is a M. O. F. S. She smokes in meetings and still gets things done.

My niece is a M. O. F. S. She smokes and dances like no one's watching.

My grandma is a M. O. F. S. She smokes so much, she doesn’t even think straight anymore.

My sister is a M. O. F. S. She smokes so much, she’s got a filter on her brain.

My roommate is a M. O. F. S. She smokes so much, she can’t even see straight.

My friend is a M. O. F. S. She has more smoke in her lungs than oxygen.

My mom is a M. O. F. S. She smokes so much, she doesn’t need oxygen anymore.

My neighbor is a M. O. F. S. She’s got more smoke than a fire.