Ah, Clavalin, that song must have spread far and wide, we knew it in the primitive far reaches of Buckeyeland.
My father never smoked but my maternal grandfather was a hardcore Camel man. Somehow, he made it to 89 before lung cancer got him.
Oh, and Krink's struck a memory. Who remembers, LSMFT?
-- Edited by Cy Valley on Sunday 24th of November 2013 09:08:56 AM
The Krink said
9:31 AM, 11/24/13
I remember my dad sending me to the neighborhood store with a dollar
and get as many packs of Lucky Strikes as I could and with the change I
could buy some candy. This would be early 1960's.
Calvin said
2:57 PM, 11/24/13
I remember singing a song with my brothers and other kids..
Winston tastes good, like a cigarette should,
No filter, No taste,
Just a fifty cent waste...
Calvin said
6:08 PM, 11/24/13
Loose strippers make fucking tough or(Lucky Strike means fine tobacco)
My maternal GrandPap was a pick and shovel man in a coal mine all his life. He retired at 65.
He smoked Camels, and traded off with salems. He had a big coffee cup that he poured half full of Old grandad
before he poured the coffee in every morning.
It took about a dozen strokes before one finally wouldn't let go. He was a tuff old bird.
-- Edited by Calvin on Sunday 24th of November 2013 06:13:28 PM
The Krink said
9:53 AM, 11/25/13
I already knew this lifetime I'd be a "smoker" of everything
there is to smoke. In 1200 lifetimes you wouldnt want to
miss out on the one where you "explore getting high" for
decades on end. Oh yeah the "report card" has many
"checkmarks" right now and apparently there is "still"
some new high to chase yet in the weed grown today.
Look forward to that.
+1...
Ah, Clavalin, that song must have spread far and wide, we knew it in the primitive far reaches of Buckeyeland.
My father never smoked but my maternal grandfather was a hardcore Camel man. Somehow, he made it to 89 before lung cancer got him.
Oh, and Krink's struck a memory. Who remembers, LSMFT?
-- Edited by Cy Valley on Sunday 24th of November 2013 09:08:56 AM
and get as many packs of Lucky Strikes as I could and with the change I
could buy some candy. This would be early 1960's.
I remember singing a song with my brothers and other kids..
Winston tastes good, like a cigarette should,
No filter, No taste,
Just a fifty cent waste...
Loose strippers make fucking tough or(Lucky Strike means fine tobacco)
My maternal GrandPap was a pick and shovel man in a coal mine all his life. He retired at 65.
He smoked Camels, and traded off with salems. He had a big coffee cup that he poured half full of Old grandad
before he poured the coffee in every morning.
It took about a dozen strokes before one finally wouldn't let go. He was a tuff old bird.
-- Edited by Calvin on Sunday 24th of November 2013 06:13:28 PM
there is to smoke. In 1200 lifetimes you wouldnt want to
miss out on the one where you "explore getting high" for
decades on end. Oh yeah the "report card" has many
"checkmarks" right now and apparently there is "still"
some new high to chase yet in the weed grown today.
Look forward to that.