Like a Rolling Stone
One of the main reasons I haven't quit smoking yet (besides an absolute lack of willpower) is the Rolling Stones. If Keith Richards (impossible to think of him without a ciggy dangling from his lips) is capable of undertaking gruelling concert tours in his mid-sixties, I figure I shouldn't be worrying myself silly about lung cancer. Besides, despite being a decade older than my teetotalling, diet watching ,prefer-stairs-to-the-elevator dad, the Glimmer Twins are clearly in a far better shape than him.
I also think the Stones should stop churning out rubbish albums which no one listens to and reinvent themselves as legal aides to Big Tobbaco companies.In the normal course of events, when a nincompoop sues Big Tobacco because he (or she) didnt realise smoking two packs a day for thirty years would adversely affect his (or her) health, they get embroiled in a protacted legal wrangle and subsequently pay out millions to the nincompoop. Instead, at the next trial, they should present the Stones as (the hallowed) 'Exhibit 1A' and provide a brief history of the Stones' long dalliance with nicotine,alcohol and substance abuse and also show a video of their recent concert performances (to prove their robust state of health).I'm fairly certain that besides handing out a favourable verdict for Big Tobacco , the judge will also admonish the nincompoop for wasting the court's time with this frivolous case.
P.S: Check out Keith Richards at the Death Calculator.
