I’m sure I’ll be able to flip that indestructible oneI won't send you this one, but I do have one for you, as soon as it thaws out.
I’m sure I’ll be able to flip that indestructible oneI won't send you this one, but I do have one for you, as soon as it thaws out.
weird I just broke the stem on my meer too. Though the rest of the pipe is fine. Some how I practically threw the thing across a room. I don't even understand how the physics of how it went flying. Oh the stummel has a minor chip that fell off of it. A paper thin piece of meer.I had all my pipes lined up on a shelf (which I had never seen before) for display. I was no longer going to hide my nicest pipes away in boxes or drawers. Then, clumsily, I drop this gorgeous Meer:
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It was in the case still, but despite that, managed to break off the stem at the shank. It breaks into a thousand pieces. My beautiful 100+ year old ruined. The shank had snapped off the bowl, and crumbled like eggshell.
My first thought is that the person who gifted it to me will have to kill me now. My second thought, is that maybe I could get a replacement piece made, and re-use the bowl. My third thought is, and this is the worst part, I never even got to enjoy the pipe! I've been waiting until my technique improves and I can get more flavors out of tobacco.
Then I woke up.
Not for a long time have I woken from a dream and felt such relief.
how do you think it's going to get broken? You excitedly open your box from the mail and that's when a Wallaby kicks the pipe like he's a mini Jet Li. So not only do you lose the pipe but also now have to ponder the follies of humanity through the lens of invasive yet adorable creatures.It’s a premonition. Best give it away before you break it. I’ll happily cover the shipping
Oh it was no joke. I was seriously relieved when I woke up and realized the pipe was fine.Don't even joke about such a thing!! Great looking pipe!
In Kiwiland, it's more like a kea gets a hold of it and grinds it into powder out of spite.how do you think it's going to get broken? You excitedly open your box from the mail and that's when a Wallaby kicks the pipe like he's a mini Jet Li. So not only do you lose the pipe but also now have to ponder the follies of humanity through the lens of invasive yet adorable creatures.
You can't cheat fate is all I am saying.
they got gripes.In Kiwiland, it's more like a kea gets a hold of it and grinds it into powder out of spite.
Indeed, if it had broke I'm not sure i could show my face here again.A work of art, a piece of history. You are fortunate!
Sometimes those things happen. I’ve had to let go of some nice things before. Glad to hear that beauty is still in good shape.Indeed, if it had broke I'm not sure i could show my face here again.
It's honestly more beautiful in real life than it was in the dream, or than pictures can show.What a beautiful pipe!
You had me there at firstI had all my pipes lined up on a shelf (which I had never seen before) for display. I was no longer going to hide my nicest pipes away in boxes or drawers. Then, clumsily, I drop this gorgeous Meer:
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It was in the case still, but despite that, managed to break off the stem at the shank. It breaks into a thousand pieces. My beautiful 100+ year old ruined. The shank had snapped off the bowl, and crumbled like eggshell.
My first thought is that the person who gifted it to me will have to kill me now. My second thought, is that maybe I could get a replacement piece made, and re-use the bowl. My third thought is, and this is the worst part, I never even got to enjoy the pipe! I've been waiting until my technique improves and I can get more flavors out of tobacco.
Then I woke up.
Not for a long time have I woken from a dream and felt such relief.
I once had a dream that I had died in an unusual and questionable yachting accident. I arrived at the Pearly Gates to be confronted by Saint Peter in a Gannex rain coat who proceeded to thumb through this huge book until he came to my name. After a few minutes he said 'Simon you have lived a borderline good life, loved your Mother and apart from the flatulence and midget jokes you may come into heaven. However there is one formality and that is the cavity search!'. At that point I usually wake up in a cold sweat.
It's that zen thing: "TheWell, that's it! Your dream was a bad omen if I ever heard one. Might as was accept your fate and get ready for the pipe to get broken. Have a nice day.