This morning, while I was ironing my dry laundry, I smell something weird and disgusting! I was curious to find that out. And so when I looked out the window, my dearly beloved father, was smoking. God, I hate him when he's smoking. Can't he think that, smoking is not a very good thing to do?In fact, we didn't get any benefit from it :(
I hate the smell, I hate the taste, I hate EVERYTHING about smoking!