The last pipe of the day should be a modest indulgence. And, as far as the pipe smoker in question goes, it by and large is. Except for the... breasts.
This smoker is rather 'old school'.
Please don't show me that.
Saint James Flake, in the Erlich Canadian.
Versus women with piles of Jello.
What happened to normal?
The problem is that I was smoking my pipe outside.
Which is where the wild things roam.
Wobbling cleavages.
It is far too cold for that.
Please cover yourself.
I'll feel better.
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