(September 13, 2020 at 1:59 pm)arewethereyet Wrote: Home from the grocery store and unloading the groceries in through the garage/hangout/smoking room. I smell skunk and figure the roadkill I tried to miss must not have been a squirrel or the scattered carcass of an armadillo. Then the other resident of the house comes out and lights up his pipe. Okay...not a skunk...the aroma of the devil's lettuce. Must be a good batch this time around. Where's that can of Febreeze?
Be thankful it’s a pipe. I had a flat mate once who smoked cigars.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson