THE TOBACCO FOR A FIT OF EXISTENTIAL ANGST
Why must I suffer so?
What the hell IS that room note?
Was I only doing this to piss off my coworker?
Why did I feel the need to apologize to a regular who dropped by?
How many microwave pulses of eight or nine seconds each time would it take before this tobacco had actually dried to smokeable level? I mean, was it so full of goop and propylene glycol that, like Molto Dolce, it would not die, unless you recited ancient Egyptian spells over it?
Was it afraid of cats?
Yep, the last third tasted like toxic waste again.
Dark Red is bound to win lots of fans.
Many people will like it.
And, precisely like the last time, it threw off my entire day's smoking schedule. By now I should know not to do such things. I would much rather smoke four or five bowls of good tobacco than spoil the entire rest of the day with nuclear waste dump mouth. Some people smoke nothing but aromatics, often re-using the same pipe over and over again till the damned thing is drenched and dripping rancid juices, and those same perverts so rarely use pipe cleaners that you are surprised that their mouths aren't filled with canker sores and festering gum death. Plus drooling pus.
Many of those people love black cavendishes.
There's nothing better ever made.
There are at least four people I will recommend this tobacco to.
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