He blew three perfect smoke rings, one inside the other.
He blew a smoke ring at me and laughed again.
He blew another smoke ring and watched it hit the table top.
On the side is a little man in the moon blowing smoke rings.
They settled on the largest planet in the smoke ring.
Every so often he paused to blow a smoke ring.
The head of a mushroom cloud is a large smoke ring.
"Will we live long enough to get back into the Smoke Ring?"
He laid his head back against the seat and blew smoke rings.
"All this for little me," I said, blowing a smoke ring in their direction.
