(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
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
