Now Smoking: Pre-Dominican pouched Prince Albert, in a 5.5" Peterson,
Ashford 68, smooth brandy/apple, sterling silver band, bent acrylic stem with fishtail bit - and, after-market Bryco-brand - the best! - rubber
Softy-Bit added for comfort, chatter protection and wonderfully secure hang-ability.
Seems it was not only on my pipes which get
'cleaned and flushed out' this week, as there will be absolutely no dinner tonight except for Chicken Broth for your friend and humble narrator, as I am relegated to drinking ONLY a gawd-awful concoction prior to getting a routine
"scoping" early tomorrow morning.
It's a hideous swill which likely
"pairs well" with nothing in my entire tabak inventory...
except maybe some Mixture 79 .
However, following that invasive, overly-familiar and unwelcome exam, Wifey shall rescue me up from the doctor of dubious distinction and questionable motivations; and, whisk me away to our local iHop restaurant - where your intrepid hero and Brother-of-the-Briar, shall gorge and feed and fest on a chin-high stack of pancakes, slathered in melted butter and hot maple syrup... and, wonder why that doctor doesn't owe me a dozen roses and a box of sweets. -
Sherm Natman