Arrrrrg, can't make fun of Mixture 79, Cherry Middleton, corn cob pipes, church wardens.... now
aromatics?
Where's my freedomness and libertations? What's next, I won't be able to talk about artisan pipe and Virginia supremacy?
Ha ha, JK... I won't stop making fun of stuff... it's built into my DNA. You'll get my jokes when you rip them from my cold dead mouth... uhhh, errr... something like that.
Can't we all just get along... and joke with one another... and laugh for the sake of brotherhood and camaraderie?
I never intended to make aromatic smokers cry, nor Mix 79 guys hide in the closet and cut themselves. I'm so sorry. And, how many Cherry Middleton smokers have to die of suicide by monoxide poisoning cooped up all alone in an old garage smoking in front of a kerosene heater before we realize that our jokes have power, terrible destructive power.
Uggg, I'm so torn. On one hand, I want to laugh, and on the other... it makes me very sad.