So this didn’t quite go as planned last year, so with humility and perseverance I shall try again…
It’s finally arrived. The start of the Lenten season.
On this most humble day of the liturgical calendar, let us get out our Pete’s and smoke something @ashdigger would. If you wish you to join me on this most inward of pilgrimages, I am going to take up his exemplar and grab a Pete*, a stiff drink, watch something burn while I ponder what I will let go of this time round.
I’ll be substituting old fashioned with Margaritas, but you know all that when in Rome drink like St. Peter jazz.
As for said burnage, it doesn’t take a professional to understand how my tobacco got lit <insert bic lighter into evidence here>, however one can still look like a clown while smoking. I fall into this camp and will try rectify this before posting any selfies - actually the selfies thing might be the origin of the problem
And what shall my symbolic sacrifice be? Obviously something to do with sutliff. Originally I thought I’d reflect on the finiteness of my cellar, embrace the tobacapocalypse and abstain from smoking anything which has its provenance in the sutliff factory. I know, I know, hardly a burden, however the remnants of the Christian spirit in me has chosen to take the slightly higher of the low roads and commit to only smoking stuff from the STG factory for the next 40 days. Mathew 5:40 in the amplified new smokers translation.
Who too will join me in the wilderness? I start shall start with a mélange of Orlik golden showers and warrior butt plug.
* I technically don’t have a Pete on me, so I’ll have to smoke my most Peterson looking pipe. In the interim I shall mediate on last year’s icon courtesy of @TheIronMonkey
It’s finally arrived. The start of the Lenten season.
On this most humble day of the liturgical calendar, let us get out our Pete’s and smoke something @ashdigger would. If you wish you to join me on this most inward of pilgrimages, I am going to take up his exemplar and grab a Pete*, a stiff drink, watch something burn while I ponder what I will let go of this time round.
I’ll be substituting old fashioned with Margaritas, but you know all that when in Rome drink like St. Peter jazz.
As for said burnage, it doesn’t take a professional to understand how my tobacco got lit <insert bic lighter into evidence here>, however one can still look like a clown while smoking. I fall into this camp and will try rectify this before posting any selfies - actually the selfies thing might be the origin of the problem
And what shall my symbolic sacrifice be? Obviously something to do with sutliff. Originally I thought I’d reflect on the finiteness of my cellar, embrace the tobacapocalypse and abstain from smoking anything which has its provenance in the sutliff factory. I know, I know, hardly a burden, however the remnants of the Christian spirit in me has chosen to take the slightly higher of the low roads and commit to only smoking stuff from the STG factory for the next 40 days. Mathew 5:40 in the amplified new smokers translation.
Who too will join me in the wilderness? I start shall start with a mélange of Orlik golden showers and warrior butt plug.
* I technically don’t have a Pete on me, so I’ll have to smoke my most Peterson looking pipe. In the interim I shall mediate on last year’s icon courtesy of @TheIronMonkey
