There once was a man who had some pipes. One of his pipes, a Becker 2 Club, was young and light, and sandblasted. He was a good looking, dashing Dublin sandblast. He disliked the days spent in the rack until his turn in the rotation came up. One day the Becker apparently left for adventures outside the rack. Around the house he traveled, finding no new blends to try away from the mans cellar collection. Eventually the Becker ended up alone in the dark, under the sons bed where it was dark and dust bunnies ranb rampant. The man was sad because the Becker smoked cool and dry, the perfect Pembroke pipe. The man searched for years for the prodigal pipe, but to no avail and assumed it was gone forever. Until one day, 3 years later, when the son was forced to move all of this stuff and really clean his room and discovered the Becker hiding in the corner under his bed and the man rejoiced and broke open a new tin of Pembroke to celebrate!!!
