So Easy Even a Weekend Ass Slapper Can Do It

I am proudly a threefold discriminatee. As an atheist I am universally despised by theists of every creed and calling. As an O/p lifestyler I am the object of hatred of the BDSM community at large, though strangely enough the vanilla world doesn't seem to give a rats ass. And finally I am a member of that notorious class of fiends, reviled and persecuted for our affliction, a smoker. 

Elegant and Accurate Projectile

I have a particular fondness for pipes. Not only are they aerodynamic and wonderful for hurling at wailing children, they just seem to radiate an aura of genteel refinement and culture. When combined with the right tobacco they seem to put even the most distrustful person at ease.  

And yet despite the many virtues of the pipe, I usually carry cigarettes in public. It takes a while to smoke a bowl of tobacco, and the cigarette has a fairly predictable, relatively brief burn time. Being prepackaged and ready to smoke, they are also more convenient to carry.