I'll find out in a few days, I suppose.
While out at the campsite, while preforming a particularly harrowing maneuver in a golf cart I managed to bite down on the stem of one of my cobs hard enough to cause a crack in the side. Since it's one of my favorite campsite smokers, I decided to let it cool down and shoved the bowl into my pocket with the intent of replacing the stem when I got home. Then promptly grabbed another cob out of the otter box in the tent and went about my day. Well this morning I ran the laundry from the campsite, forgetting of course, that my bowl was in a pocket. So when I went to change of to the dryer what should I find in the bottom of the washing machine but a lonely MM bowl, soaking wet, cold, and looking at me with that reproachful, how could you, set in it's shank.
It's currently sitting in a pipe stand, sans stem, drying to dry out, so in a few day's I guess I'll know weather it is still smokable or if it will be ghosted with country meadow, from the detergent.
While out at the campsite, while preforming a particularly harrowing maneuver in a golf cart I managed to bite down on the stem of one of my cobs hard enough to cause a crack in the side. Since it's one of my favorite campsite smokers, I decided to let it cool down and shoved the bowl into my pocket with the intent of replacing the stem when I got home. Then promptly grabbed another cob out of the otter box in the tent and went about my day. Well this morning I ran the laundry from the campsite, forgetting of course, that my bowl was in a pocket. So when I went to change of to the dryer what should I find in the bottom of the washing machine but a lonely MM bowl, soaking wet, cold, and looking at me with that reproachful, how could you, set in it's shank.
It's currently sitting in a pipe stand, sans stem, drying to dry out, so in a few day's I guess I'll know weather it is still smokable or if it will be ghosted with country meadow, from the detergent.