At the back of the hill

Warning: If you stay here long enough you will gain weight! Grazing here strongly suggests that you are either omnivorous, or a glutton. And you might like cheese-doodles.
BTW: I'm presently searching for another person who likes cheese-doodles.
Please form a caseophilic line to the right. Thank you.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013


One of my fellow-pipesmokers has a liking for Saint Bruno Flake, having spent some time in Old Foggy ('England') during his student-days. Being somewhat of a severe purist ('savage prude') myself, I cannot quite develop such an affection for the product, but generations of Englishmen have, as well as quite a few English women.

And naturally it's unavailable here in the United States. Where almost all of us pipesmokers are cast out into the outer darkness, which is cold, and where scant civilized company can be found. Smoking is something that we can only do when out in the shed at the back of the extensive garden when our children, helpmeets, and disgustingly irritating non-smoking neighbors are fast asleep.

A garden which might well look like the one in the video below, if you live in San Francisco where sixteen days out of every fortnight icy gales blow in from the ocean. Good lord it's buggery frigid here, no wonder we're surrounded by pushy do-gooders and wheatgerm snarfing earthmoms!



Doesn't he look happy when the new supply of tobacco arrives? No angry Berkeleyite busybodies around, a tolerant and understanding canine who brings him tobacco, and a cosy garden shed far from the madding crowd.
Ah, peace at last.

Wouldn't be surprised if that sweater reeks a bit. Given that he probably spends a lot of time in the shed, where there is no running water (pipes frozen solid) and no washing machine.
But the dog probably likes it.
Smells like home.

Just for the heck of it, here's another.



Makes you wonder how on earth our society ended up so blisteringly condemning and rigid, doesn't it?  Oh, except for "medicinal marijuana", which that many Californians huff that the air all over Berkeley, San Fran bloody cisco, and San Raphael in Marin is so blue with tetra-hydro-cannabinolic allergens that normal people can't breathe without hacking up balls of psychedelic skunk fur.
It's "therapeutic".

Medicinal, my aunt.


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