I'm convincing my class to smoke

Wednesday is my turn to present my persuasive speech to the class. I fucking hate the same old abortion/gun control/global warming bullshit so I'm taking a new approach: I'm going to convince the class to smoke cigarettes. It's going to be pretty sarcastic with badly extrapolated facts, but presented in a serious fashion.

here are some of the supporting points i use for each main point.

Thesis: Smoking cigarettes improves your image.
Main Point 1: Smoking makes you look sexy.
- of People's Sexiest Man Alive winners, almost all of them smoke.
- smoking makes you look older (i go into how looking older is sexy)
Main Point 2: Smoking makes you look rich.
- not everyone can afford to buy cigarettes, so when you choose to, you're clearly wealthier than them. i compare it to buying a Lamborghini in the face of people that cant afford one.
Main Point 3: Smoking gives you that cool/nonchalant image.
- lung replacement technology is improving. nothing makes you look more like you just don't care as when you tell someone you're on your second pair of lungs and still smoking.

if anyone has "supporting evidence" i can run with, i'd appreciate it.

Found out last week my girlfriend had cancer. She started smoking when she was 12 (she would be 22 now). The doctor said she only had about 3 months to live. She cried for a few days, and I didn't know how to handle the situation, so I stopped answering her calls. I know its a horrible thing to do to someone, but I really couldn't deal with the emotions.

I found out today that she took her own life, with sleeping pills. They tried to pump her stomach but it was too late.

I went to the wake and it was very depressing and difficult to be around her family, her mom blames me for her death and made it apparent. I went by my parents' house to have some coffee on my way back to my apartment and to hopefully get some advice on what to do. My mom told me that I was moving... you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo, homes, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom; I was finally there! To set on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air ."