As a practical joke, I swiped my roommate’s cell phone and left a burning cigarette inside his phone case.  I didn’t know he’d go to make a call right and away reach right in and grab that burning cigarette.  He immediately jerked his hand out of it and I saw the burn right there on his palm.  I felt bad sure, but I also thought it was kind of funny.  Still, I went and got a cold wet cloth for him and then a band-aid.  It wasn’t a major burn or anything.  It wasn’t something that would require him to go to the hospital or eventually make his hand fall off or something like that.  Or at least, I think it isn’t.  No, no, it can’t be.  It’s just a cigarette burn.  My uncle used to have all these cigarette burns covering his forearms and he never seemed like he was in any pain.  Once I even saw him take a cigarette and put it out on his wrist.  Now that’s what I call being a man.  Of course my roommate is nowhere near close to being that manly.  In fact, he doesn’t even smoke as much as my uncle does, but no one can.