Many people have got a crazy Uncle. You know, one that's noticeably wilder than the rest of the family.
So, I was in the car with my wife with another couple of friends of ours to spend the weekend away on the beach at one of their Mum's summer houses. As we were rolling into town, they started asking each other whether uncle X would STILL be there. They hoped "No", but as we arrived and saw him on the front lawn half washing his car and half partying with his lady friend, answer was a big "Yes".
As we pulled in, everyone was full of smiles and we quickly gathered that he was on his way out. Phew. The guy was/is actually pretty jovial, so it was kinda fun having a beer with him.
During the trip from Porto Alegre, I'd told my friend that I had some nice Cuban cigars for us to smoke, so I pulled them out pretty soon after we arrived too.
So we're on the lawn and Uncle X asks my mate, "Mmmmm, what ya smoking there?" My mate tells him that's it was a Cuban and asked him if he'd like a toke. He said, "YES!" and proceeded to take the biggest drag I'd seen of a cigar, then drew it all back deep into his lungs, paused and then carefully let it all gush out.
Lungs of steel.