Well.. clearly an emergency cigarette, or a packet of emergency cigarettes are cigarettes that you only smoke in an emergency. The name pretty much sums up the meaning.. unless you’re completely fucking stupid and have no grasp of the English language in any basic fucking form.

And no. I do not make money with my blog using your shitty website and I never intend to. Die in a fucking fire, please and thank you. Just die. Die. Die. Please. Please just die. Whoever.. whoever you are.. die. Like.. honestly, just die. Swallow a fucking jellyfish. Fucking.. take the poisonus sac from a puffer fish, and rub it in your eyes. I want you, to honestly, get a sheet of magazine paper, and cut your throat with it. It may not kill you, but it will one bastard of a papercut.

But.. honestly, just. PLEASE DIE. Like.. no, don’t even die. Cease to exist. Like walk down a street one day, and then disappear. Don’t even have the luxury of death. Just.. stop existing randomly. At any moment. False vacuum yourself.

Yours sincerely, on behalf the ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET,

Nicholas Traill.