Ok You Smoke A Pipe
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The local Japanese restaurant never sends enough ginger and wasabi.
People always want me to go places and do stuff.
"Problem? Ugh, if it was just one, I'd be a lucky man." -the late Richard Lewis
Once you learn to smoke a pipe the problem quickly becomes not how to smoke, but what to smoke. My oversized cellar of more Ball jars than I know what to do with can attest to this. At the moment though I'm smoking Prince Albert in a straight Missouri Pride cob, with a Dr. Grabow filter since I am known to be the unsophisticated sort who uses such things, and it is perfectly satisfactory. A good smoke, with no problem of which to speak. 
Here in Spain, they are once again introducing new laws to ban smoking in areas where there are large concentrations of people. So the brilliant Spanish government and its polished diplomacy have decided to use military submarines so that smokers can smoke on weekends. They will be able to use the kitchen and the submarine's horn as well. Using them in the open sea is too expensive, and they could rust before the next elections.
I only have a problem when i'm not smoking my pipe. And that only occurs on rare occasion or dire circumstances, like hospitalization.
The problem the past two days was my sinus acting up.
Today they are better, so no problem.
Today they are better, so no problem.
I have a problem, but at least she lights up a room when she smiles.
I have 99 problems but the PIPE ain't one...
Never got asked that before. And the fact I am asked that here....
My problem is I want to spend money on fun and cool new things, but the wife says I can't. Apparently the fun and cool stuff isn't in the budget. 
Problem? None that I know of.
Consider this, which I posted here back in 2014:
I Am a Pipe-Smoker
I am a pipe-smoker. According to some I am a fading shadow of a passing age, and a throwback to another era. To a degree I suppose that this is true, after all I shave using a safety razor, brush, and mug; I have a den full of books and read extensively (and watch television seldomly); I hunt (upland birds); and I fish with the dry-fly.
But then again, it's probably not me who cuts (or flips) you off in traffic, nor am I the Type-A schemer seeking to take your wife and/or your job. I don't require prescription mood-stabilizers, I'm not in therapy, I've been married (to the same woman) for 29 (now 40) years, and I would like to think that you could count on me in a pinch. Interestingly, all of the pipe-smokers that I know are (or were) constructed along similar lines.
A throwback? If that's the case, then I'm right where I want to be.
Won't you join me?
Consider this, which I posted here back in 2014:
I Am a Pipe-Smoker
I am a pipe-smoker. According to some I am a fading shadow of a passing age, and a throwback to another era. To a degree I suppose that this is true, after all I shave using a safety razor, brush, and mug; I have a den full of books and read extensively (and watch television seldomly); I hunt (upland birds); and I fish with the dry-fly.
But then again, it's probably not me who cuts (or flips) you off in traffic, nor am I the Type-A schemer seeking to take your wife and/or your job. I don't require prescription mood-stabilizers, I'm not in therapy, I've been married (to the same woman) for 29 (now 40) years, and I would like to think that you could count on me in a pinch. Interestingly, all of the pipe-smokers that I know are (or were) constructed along similar lines.
A throwback? If that's the case, then I'm right where I want to be.
Won't you join me?