Oh I have no interest in it…No, they sold ten bags for $750/ea (at least the post is marked “sold”).
Too late, a chinabot already bought them.
Oh I have no interest in it…No, they sold ten bags for $750/ea (at least the post is marked “sold”).
Too late, a chinabot already bought them.
My sister is on her way to my house from the Memphis airport. My nephew and niece arrive on Wednesday and Thursday, respectively. They don't know their mom is coming. So I need to have a conversation with my niece to see just who she thought was going to be the designated asshole to come get her from the airport in lieu of cooking turkey dinner. Her excuse is that she didn't want to ask (even just fucking ask) her lab partner to do the lab a day early so she could fly out Wednesday. I can then have the convo with her about treating my sister like shit the last 4 years when she is going to school for free because of my sister. Don't get me started on my BIL who isn't even invited to this dumpster fire.
My wife, once she understood the scale of shitstorm descending on our farm, decided that it would behoove her to go visit her parents (81 and 84 years old) in Havasu. I was the one who suggested it, since I got to spend 3 days with them this summer (They are awesome, btw) and they aren't getting any younger. My brother and his family, along with my dad are readying the popcorn maker to watch the drama unfold.
And I get to cook the whole dinner: one baked turkey because my darling niece is allergic to peanuts; one deep fried turkey because fuck her, I am having a deep fried turkey... in peanut oil; a 10lb boneless rib roast; two types of sweet potatos (sis can't eat dairy and I thrive on butter); Watergate salad; 2 kinds of mashed potatoes because, sister; green bean casserole; 2 types of stuffing; veggie tray with Uncle Dan's Southern Style Buttermilk Ranch (which is ironically from Idaho); pecan and cherry pies; and lots of dinner rolls.
Edit: So, yeah, a bit apprehensive is how I am feeling. With a healthy dose of vexation.

I agree with you about passions, though I wouldn’t apply the “anything goes” to tobacco.Ha ha! Maybe next year (or maybe this year)! I do love Penzance though. I didn’t start smoking pipes until after eso was long gone, so I look at it like this: I used to pay $25-30 for a quality cigar, and triple that for a Montecristo #2. Even at $100 an ounce, that comes out to ~$10 a bowl, give or take, or -3 bowls for what I used to pay for 1 quality Dominican or Honduran stick. Not an every day smoke, of course, but it’s only “outrageous” when you compare it with all the excellent readily available options that exist at a fraction of the cost (which I concede is a sticking point in the logic). But pipes and pipe tobacco aren’t about logic, right? They are a passion and sometimes passions need to be indulged, within reason, even if the logic doesn’t hold up.
Wanna pay me $1500 a pound for Esoterica? I can supply you, no problem. Really, I’d make that sacrifice for you to honor the PMSS 2025 spirit.My crap on hand wasn’t crappy enough so I had to order crappier crap for my match.
Too bad the $1500/lb Esoterica sold so quickly…
Happy Turkey Day!!My sister is on her way to my house from the Memphis airport. My nephew and niece arrive on Wednesday and Thursday, respectively. They don't know their mom is coming. So I need to have a conversation with my niece to see just who she thought was going to be the designated asshole to come get her from the airport in lieu of cooking turkey dinner. Her excuse is that she didn't want to ask (even just fucking ask) her lab partner to do the lab a day early so she could fly out Wednesday. I can then have the convo with her about treating my sister like shit the last 4 years when she is going to school for free because of my sister. Don't get me started on my BIL who isn't even invited to this dumpster fire.
My wife, once she understood the scale of shitstorm descending on our farm, decided that it would behoove her to go visit her parents (81 and 84 years old) in Havasu. I was the one who suggested it, since I got to spend 3 days with them this summer (They are awesome, btw) and they aren't getting any younger. My brother and his family, along with my dad are readying the popcorn maker to watch the drama unfold.
And I get to cook the whole dinner: one baked turkey because my darling niece is allergic to peanuts; one deep fried turkey because fuck her, I am having a deep fried turkey... in peanut oil; a 10lb boneless rib roast; two types of sweet potatos (sis can't eat dairy and I thrive on butter); Watergate salad; 2 kinds of mashed potatoes because, sister; green bean casserole; 2 types of stuffing; veggie tray with Uncle Dan's Southern Style Buttermilk Ranch (which is ironically from Idaho); pecan and cherry pies; and lots of dinner rolls.
Edit: So, yeah, a bit apprehensive is how I am feeling. With a healthy dose of vexation.
My A/C is literally running….
Keep checking, it's in therehey santa mike, where is my package I am getting for PPMS 2025? I've been checkin the mail all day, and nothing.
How benevolent of you lolWanna pay me $1500 a pound for Esoterica? I can supply you, no problem. Really, I’d make that sacrifice for you to honor the PMSS 2025 spirit.
You can even throw in a tip.
BTW, postage not included.
I'm just the spirit of PMSS 2025.How benevolent of you lol
I assumed the USPS already knows that PMSS gift are always priority.I am pleased to report that... I have mailed my Secret Santa package today, Priority Mail!
Oh yeah, they most definitely do!I assumed the USPS already knows that PMSS gift are always priority.
