Bengal slices in an orlik deluxe. Black coffee to drink
I think that one is from the late, great Ronnie Corbett, told from his tatty striped chair, one of the the best raconteurs ever imo.Speaking about not remembering ... reminds me of that old joke
"A sixty-four-year-old man is sitting on a park bench, sobbing, when a young man walks by and asks him what's wrong. Through his tears the old man answers, "I'm in love with a twenty-two-year-old woman." "What's wrong with that?" asks the young man. Between his sobs and sniffles, he answers, "You don't understand, every morning before she goes to work, we make love. At lunchtime she comes home and we make love again, and then she makes my favorite meal. In the afternoon when she gets a break, she rushes home and gives me oral sex, the best an old man could want. And then at suppertime, and all night long, we make love." He breaks down, no longer able to speak. The young man puts his arm around him. "I don't understand. It sounds like you have the perfect relationship. Why are you sitting here on this park bench crying?" The senile old man answers, again through his tears, "I forgot where I live."
Haha i thought the same thing when I first heard his age. I was like did they mean 35? Playing some amazing golf right now. Well, except his last few putts anyway ?
Nice smoke! And welcome to NATO (May 2022).Morning smoke of Amphora original blend brown in an Ashton XX Bridle Lumberman anno 2018
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Thank you sir, I really appreciate this!I enjoyed your story behind the heat tattoo, touching. Beautiful pipe, and thank you for your service.