i dont believe i've ever been asked to stop. actually they always ask me about my ecig and i always carry an extra drip tip so they can try the flavor.
My wife never smoked...
I stopped smoking in the house when we moved into this one...
The "After Sex" smoke was the one that made not smoking in the house almost unbearable...
That first "After Sex" vape was PURE NIRVANA!!!
i dont believe i've ever been asked to stop. actually they always ask me about my ecig and i always carry an extra drip tip so they can try the flavor.
You really want to piss someone off? Try vapeing DURING sex.
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I still haven't had anyone tell me I couldn't vape. The closest I came was a co-worker complained about the vaping. I had just converted over a half dozen smokers to vaping and our offices were filled with vapors. I was standing in the hall when she was complaining to the supervisor (who had just switched to vaping.) She started telling him that it was an 'overpowering' smell. I stood literally 5 feet behind her and blew clouds, CLOUDS I tell you, the whole time she complained. Then he asked her, do you smell it now? She said no. So, he said to turn around....the hallway was almost filled with vapor. He said, do you smell it now? She got red faced and stomped out of the office. She hasn't said another word.
In my living room by my wife.
One weekend about 5 years ago before we were married, she was visiting her parents in California. They were retired and had a nice house in Long Beach. My wife used to love visiting there because of the SoCal weather and the beaches as well as spending quality time with her parents and 21 yo sister who was still living there, going to college. It was a Saturday late afternoon when they got back home from a nice day at Rancho Palos Verdes. Everyone was pretty tired from being out in the sun all day so my wife, her sister and parents all took naps in their bedrooms. Well, yada yada yada someone breaks into the house and bludgeons my wife's parents and sister to death with a Provari. My wife thankfully awoke in time to escape out a window but obviously it was horribly traumatic and to this day she is haunted by terrible flashbacks of her parents being beaten by a well-made electronic nicotine delivery device.
Flash forward to last week when I could barely contain my excitement while opening my new Provari that just arrived in the mail. I slapped on a tank of NLV Gold and took my first perfectly-metered vape. The sublime contentment I experienced that minute was unfortunately shattered by my wife's banshee scream as she walked into the room and saw me vaping. I mean, she went insane- asking me where I got the device and demanding that I stop.
So you know, I love my wife very much and am truly sorry about the trauma she experienced 5 years ago. But c'mon it was 5 years ago. If a guy has got to vape, a guy has got to vape amiright? I screamed at my wife STOP BEING SUCH A NAZI ANTZ and continued right on puffing off my glorious new apv.
As of right now I am happily vaping on that same Provari in my efficiency apartment. Who needs a mortgage or things like a "back yard", or "space", or "a wife" right? All I got to say is vape on!
Oh dear - I read so many threads these days that try to get the word "Provari" into the sentence.
"Provari and Music"
"Provari and Halitosis"
It just gets dull.
Well that's fine then - whatever the hell that is...
It's a highly-regarded mech mod for its quality build and, presumably because of that, its ability to bludgeon entire families.
In my living room by my wife.
One weekend about 5 years ago before we were married, she was visiting her parents in California. They were retired and had a nice house in Long Beach. My wife used to love visiting there because of the SoCal weather and the beaches as well as spending quality time with her parents and 21 yo sister who was still living there, going to college. It was a Saturday late afternoon when they got back home from a nice day at Rancho Palos Verdes. Everyone was pretty tired from being out in the sun all day so my wife, her sister and parents all took naps in their bedrooms. Well, yada yada yada someone breaks into the house and bludgeons my wife's parents and sister to death with a Provari. My wife thankfully awoke in time to escape out a window but obviously it was horribly traumatic and to this day she is haunted by terrible flashbacks of her parents being beaten by a well-made electronic nicotine delivery device.
Flash forward to last week when I could barely contain my excitement while opening my new Provari that just arrived in the mail. I slapped on a tank of NLV Gold and took my first perfectly-metered vape. The sublime contentment I experienced that minute was unfortunately shattered by my wife's banshee scream as she walked into the room and saw me vaping. I mean, she went insane- asking me where I got the device and demanding that I stop.
So you know, I love my wife very much and am truly sorry about the trauma she experienced 5 years ago. But c'mon it was 5 years ago. If a guy has got to vape, a guy has got to vape amiright? I screamed at my wife STOP BEING SUCH A NAZI ANTZ and continued right on puffing off my glorious new apv.
As of right now I am happily vaping on that same Provari in my efficiency apartment. Who needs a mortgage or things like a "back yard", or "space", or "a wife" right? All I got to say is vape on!