WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT?

Some people display peculiarities that are, more or less, green flags. Some don't. One of the members of the pipe club loves nothing more than waffling on about panning for gold in the Sierra foothills, which since he retired two or three years ago has taken up a lot of his time. It's a connection with history and his inner Gandalf. I myself prefer to watch paint dry.
Which is fascinating oh boy.

A few others are much more connected to the modern world, and have experiences that are somewhat more shareable. A high school music teacher. A person who wishes to visit every country in the world before he passes on (quick, invent more countries!). Three people of wildly different Netherlandish background, because Cheeseheads are a wildly diverse bunch. And, as of yesterday, three more members, one of whom is in the medical field, and I have no clue what the other two are into because I did not get to talk with them.

But what is clear is that we need more chairs.

We're okay on pipe cleaners, though. The gentleman who only came for the free pipe cleaners moved to the desert nearly ten years ago. I also like free pipe cleaners, but it wouldn't prompt me into being a social being on a Sunday. I sparkle irrespective of pipe cleaners. Bernard, Martin, and Neil probably don't go anywhere without them. I have not carefully observed anyone else's pipe cleaner habits and peculiarities.

Pipe cleaners are essential to civilized life.

We tempt space aliens with our pipe cleaners. If the intergalactic federation ever contacts us, it will be because of pipe cleaners. They're a priceless invention. Kudos, humans!
War, no. Pipe cleaners, yes.

Several Latakia blends were mentioned. We also talked about our first tobaccos. Good lord we smoked some awful shite back then. Royal Theodorus Niemeijer Scottish Mixture.

After everyone left I found a glass jar filled with something black that had not been put away. No, I didn't bother opening it up to smell, as it was quite clearly BCA. Which is Green River Burley cooked till it darkens, with sugar and vanilla added. The bane of existence. What hobbits smoke. As well as the abusers of farm animals.

It had not been evident in the air during the meeting, perhaps it was left to torment me.


Beatings should probably continue till my morale improves.



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