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LEO LIZARDO: HI PRINCESS, THANKS FOR SHARING

SLOTH: I believe Asian Smoker can save the world.

רבי שלמה יצחקי [A song of David]: The Rabbis said: Wherever it says: "A song of David," he would play [his musical instrument] and afterwards the Shechinah would rest on him. It is a song to bring the holy spirit upon David. And, wherever it says: "Of David, a song," the Shechinah rested on him [first] and then he recited a song.

BRANDON WARR: One thing I have noted in my study of Church history is that, after tobacco was discovered, the smoke of tobacco has been considered by many to be a valid form of incense for Christians. This is good for me since I smoke a pipe and often will smoke a pipe during my praying of the hours or my time in Scripture. 

However, I prefer this form of incense. I have been using the cheap Walmart stuff so I will have to start buying the real stuff!

#Shanghai was engulfed in fog on Tuesday, with only its skyscrapers emerging from the gloom pic.twitter.com/wl7yi3mq3H

— CGTN (@CGTNOfficial) January 18, 2018

Residents amazed by the enchanting sight of advection fog in Sihong county of east #China's Jiangsu Province https://t.co/3tCgiA2iYZ pic.twitter.com/zaYoK6dhU4

— CGTN (@CGTNOfficial) April 2, 2018

Breathtaking view you wouldn't want to miss! Rainfall dresses Mt Wutai in sea of clouds in N China pic.twitter.com/FgMhVBeKO4

— CGTN (@CGTNOfficial) July 11, 2018

#MostWatched Six year old boy watches his father direct traffic in the rain pic.twitter.com/dLxCMt7LVc

— CGTN (@CGTNOfficial) June 16, 2018

Watch: Qinghai Lake's naked carp migrate upstream to lay eggs pic.twitter.com/zQEdCaqyou

— CGTN (@CGTNOfficial) June 18, 2018

JOSEPH JERVIS: My fondest childhood memory is of playing in the dense, acrid, poison fog that was belched out by the county mosquito control truck during its daily dusk-time trip down our dirt road. 

The cry of "Smokey! Smokey!" would fly up and down Nine Foot Road once the first faint sound of the pest control truck’s generator was detected in the distance. Trailer screen doors would slam open and kids would pour into the street for ten minutes of gleeful, giddy, mad dashing around in the thick white clouds of DDT. We would smash into each other with full force in the blinding swirls and just scream and laugh hysterically, pick ourselves up and start running again. Parents had not a whit of concern about their children playing directly behind the spewing pipes of a pest control truck. In fact, NOT being allowed to play in the poison fog was often held out as potential punishment for misbehavior. 

I think this explains a lot about me.