The soul of a man can be warmed in many ways, if one is to trust the great wordsmiths throughout the ages. The conquering of the sea, the embrace of a harlot, mug upon mug of ale at a warm inn on a cold night, the thrill of the hunt, the sin of Onan, a snowblower of 40 inches, seeing ones last daughter be married off to become some other man's problem. This list goes on.
However, some days, it takes no more than to be outside in the warm winter sun doing hot tub and pond maintenance whilst enjoying an ice cold Budweiser and a hand-rolled bundle of burning leaves called Partagas Black. And the knowledge that inside, the womenfolk are all filled with self-righteous indignation that a man would dare to smoke in his own back yard and thusly deprive them of their habitual "gracing of the presence" and the incessant instruction that comes with it, and hence the man is surely missing out on the best part of the day.
4 comments:
Why would you smoke your back yard? Are we hippies?
I have something that pertains to weather...well kind of...ok barely...maybe not at all. Still can you and the Mrs. tell me your take on it?
http://www.storyofstuff.com/
It's left-wing socialist propaganda. At least the first 5 minutes were. I didn't watch past that, as I could not detect any non-political content up to that point, and I have a pretty low tolerance threshold for socialist propaganda.
The government polishing the shoes of the big corporation was just too much for me. Good lord.
ok so I'm not going crazy...
I don't have many clear minds around.
thanks and sorry all at once.
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