I got a pipe in the mail today; it's a beautiful Cavicchi Dublin. It was sold to me as an unsmoked estate pipe. I was really looking forward to that first bowl from a virgin pipe of the finest quality. I sat down at the table, sliced open the lid and pulled back the flaps. There was an invoice on the inside, laying on top of the packing material. Scrawled on the bottom of the sheet was a note...
"Thanks for buying my pipe. I couldn't resist smoking it one time before I sent it. I hope you don't mind."
My heart did this thing, where it started slamming into my ribcage, trying to get out. I couldn't hear it beating though because my ears were simultaneously burning and ringing. My left eyelid twitched a little, and my hands curled involuntarily into what can only be described as talons. I wanted to scream at my body to relax, but all that came out of my mouth was a cross between a whisper and a mewing cat.
I used my talon hands to carefully part the packing material, removing the bag with the pipe in it. I slid the pipe out of its sock, and the glorious briar of the Cavicchi started singing to me in a mellow Italian baritone. My body relaxed and my mind was at ease. The bowl was still virgin.
Sick, sick joke. I spent the rest of the afternoon alternating between fits of laughter and fondling the Cavicchi. I emailed the seller and told him how successful his prank was.
Help me decide what to smoke in the first bowl. I have three year old aged 1792 Flake, Peterson University Flake, and Orlik Golden Sliced. On Thursday I will be getting some Escudo and Virginia Woods.
"Thanks for buying my pipe. I couldn't resist smoking it one time before I sent it. I hope you don't mind."
My heart did this thing, where it started slamming into my ribcage, trying to get out. I couldn't hear it beating though because my ears were simultaneously burning and ringing. My left eyelid twitched a little, and my hands curled involuntarily into what can only be described as talons. I wanted to scream at my body to relax, but all that came out of my mouth was a cross between a whisper and a mewing cat.
I used my talon hands to carefully part the packing material, removing the bag with the pipe in it. I slid the pipe out of its sock, and the glorious briar of the Cavicchi started singing to me in a mellow Italian baritone. My body relaxed and my mind was at ease. The bowl was still virgin.
Sick, sick joke. I spent the rest of the afternoon alternating between fits of laughter and fondling the Cavicchi. I emailed the seller and told him how successful his prank was.
Help me decide what to smoke in the first bowl. I have three year old aged 1792 Flake, Peterson University Flake, and Orlik Golden Sliced. On Thursday I will be getting some Escudo and Virginia Woods.
