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occupational disease from lifetimes of breathing in coal mine dust
I worked in a coal mine for three score years and all i got to show for it was black lung....
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Lung pepper is the same as lung butter except is has small specs of blood in the mucus.
Pablo drank too much over the weekend and was coughing up lung pepper on Monday.
when you smoke too many dutches and it starts to affect your lungs, causing you to cough and lose stamina or endurance
Dude, I got the dutch lung so bad I can't run ten feet with out coughing
I coughed up black shit this morning, I got the dutch lung bad
When a woman is head in such a way that you go past her larynx and rub against her trachea
"Ashley just gave me a lung job"
"Marry Her"
A noteworthy respiratory ailment with a Hong Kong origin.
Coincidentally, the name of an old fort and a navigation beacon in Hong Kong.
He sure coughed up a huge gold watch, must of been some tung lung picked up from Hong Kong.
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make.
Person: *Opens na noor* do you have lung cancer?
Walter: My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make.
While drinking a shot of hard liquor, it goes down your windpipe and into your lungs instead of to your stomach. Can also be referred to as Jeager lung, Vodka lung, ect. Rum lung just rhymes the best.
*Cough* *Cough* *Sputter*
What's wrong?
I got rum lung!