Once upon a time there was a man called Huffington Harrington, a name so terrible his father committed suicide on the spot.
He was nicknamed “Huff” by his friends, due to the fact he has been smoking since his inception. His mother and father were chronic smokers, his father at one point even owning his own cigarette company only for it to go bankrupt after he smoked the entire factory and required a quadruple bypass.
His mother smoked continuously when she was pregnant and when born Huff suffered symptoms of a tobacco “crack baby” He smoked every hour of every day of (probably) every week of his life. He struggled through employment, being a fucking idiot, and didn’t know what to do with his life. Until now.
This was during the period of the 1980’s where people had just realised that asbestos was not funky. They had began to discontinue its use and dispose of it, but had difficulty finding ways of getting rid of it.
Huff had an idea – he would