Sooo many time my husband and I tried quitting together and it always ended in failure. We'd walk through the Flamingo Casino and one of us would spot a good lookin' butt that had been extinguished and snatch it from the ash tray. If the butt was long enough we'd sit in the keno lounge and share it...puff...puff...puff!
We learned to "sniff" out the best spots to find cigarette butts: Outside elevators, restaraunts, showrooms and escalators. When we sniffed out alot of stubbies we collected them in ziplock bags we carried with us for that purpose. After a partiularly good day of "butt sniffing" we'd split up the booty and smoke 'em later. It didn't matter to us whose mouth had been on them or what scary killer ful bug was going aroung. We wouldn't dare bum a smoke from a total stranger. That would be too disgusting!