Just say '¡No!'

This is why we don't smoke, kiddies. Behold the colour of the water below after soaking my jeans for maybe half an hour. After going out the other night (and being inside for four hours, tops) everything from my hair to my hands, my shirt and jeans, and even my bra and underwear reeked of fag smoke. I didn't realise how bad it was until I gagged slipping on my jeans the next night. After three washes, I've managed to get most of the fag smoke smell from mine hair. (Although being proposed to by some random Spaniard may have justified some of the damage.)

Mind you, these jeans bleed a bit, so the intense yellow/brown of this water has already been neutralised by the purple/blue of my jeans. Ew. Gross gross gross. A fag here and there may be able to be rationalised, but imagine what colour your lungs are once this is a habit. Disgusting.