Here I offer a story of woe, tragedy, and ultimate reconciliation with the help of a fair maiden (my wife): After dinner I loaded my Imp Sitter with the last of my 2021 Navigator Flake, looking forward to a relaxing smoke with the tail end of gentle cocktail..and Lo, my hat was missing! Of course, I wore it for the burn pile earlier today.. It wasn't in the mudroom (a Millennial term for the servants entrance i.e. me).. huh. I didn't recall putting into the back of the truck so maybe it was left at the burn... Jauntily and with all confidence, a lit my pipe and strode down to the scene of the earlier conflagration...
No joy, and I didn't really think so as I tend to not just leave things lying around... not in the truck cab, or bed... I go to look in the garage, as unlikely as that will be, and .. OH! I DROP MY PIPE!! IT BOUNCES!! All the ash and tobacco falls out!! I AM MORTIFIED!!
Embarassed and utterly disgusted with myself, I pick it up... I cannot find any explicit damage...probably will explode into pieces next time a try to light it.. No, my hat isn't in the garage. @#$%&*! I report my woes to my wife and as I continue to expouse about how this is just IMPOSSIBLE, she askes, "do you mean this hat with the leather band?" There it is, in the mudroom (the far end where of course I didn't look). !!!
Words left me (and good thing, amirite? Damn right iamrite!!) So now, here I am, at last, enjoying Stampede Kek in my not yet exploded Imp Sitter with a stiff pour of Kraken to back it up if necessary. I haven't touched the rum yet, but it's there.
So endeth my tale.
No joy, and I didn't really think so as I tend to not just leave things lying around... not in the truck cab, or bed... I go to look in the garage, as unlikely as that will be, and .. OH! I DROP MY PIPE!! IT BOUNCES!! All the ash and tobacco falls out!! I AM MORTIFIED!!
Embarassed and utterly disgusted with myself, I pick it up... I cannot find any explicit damage...probably will explode into pieces next time a try to light it.. No, my hat isn't in the garage. @#$%&*! I report my woes to my wife and as I continue to expouse about how this is just IMPOSSIBLE, she askes, "do you mean this hat with the leather band?" There it is, in the mudroom (the far end where of course I didn't look). !!!
Words left me (and good thing, amirite? Damn right iamrite!!) So now, here I am, at last, enjoying Stampede Kek in my not yet exploded Imp Sitter with a stiff pour of Kraken to back it up if necessary. I haven't touched the rum yet, but it's there.
So endeth my tale.
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