Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucdge!!!
bigharpoon
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Here's another sad tale from the tragic cigar chronicles (the first tale is my poor delicious ruination):
So I'm out in my wood shop enjoying a rare opportunity to smoke a cigar (I'm down to about one a week) and everything is GREAT. I've chosen a Diesel Unlimited d.5 with 14 months of rest under its keel. They are aging incredibly well, the flavors are so smooth it seems like an entirely different cigar. The music is on, the wood is being selected, it's up into the 40's (pretty warm for Maine), the cigar is off the charts delicious. And I have to poop.
No problem, I think, I can turn this scenario into a positive...I'll use the outhouse! I'll take care of business AND keep smoking, simultaneously, it'll be like heaven! Soon enough I'm in the two-hole honey shed, enjoying a slice of heaven with my Diesel cigar when, reaching for the paper product, it bumps the door and falls out of my hand. Son of a...!!!
Okay, it's okay I tell myself, I can deal with my 'dropped in the outhouse cigar'. I look down...it's gone! I lean over to look closer. Yup, it's gone. There's a small airspace between the seat riser and the floor and that's right where my Diesel rolled itself, literally into the fudge. Are you kidding me?
Waves of disbelief, disappointment and discouragement wash over me. I can't believe that just happened. I don't have time for another, we have to be going soon. We're busy the rest of the weekend. It tasted so good. I won't get another cigar until next Friday or Saturday. Ugh.
A lost cigar to the God of Loo. I can't frickin' believe it. I just needed to share my sad tale.
So I'm out in my wood shop enjoying a rare opportunity to smoke a cigar (I'm down to about one a week) and everything is GREAT. I've chosen a Diesel Unlimited d.5 with 14 months of rest under its keel. They are aging incredibly well, the flavors are so smooth it seems like an entirely different cigar. The music is on, the wood is being selected, it's up into the 40's (pretty warm for Maine), the cigar is off the charts delicious. And I have to poop.
No problem, I think, I can turn this scenario into a positive...I'll use the outhouse! I'll take care of business AND keep smoking, simultaneously, it'll be like heaven! Soon enough I'm in the two-hole honey shed, enjoying a slice of heaven with my Diesel cigar when, reaching for the paper product, it bumps the door and falls out of my hand. Son of a...!!!
Okay, it's okay I tell myself, I can deal with my 'dropped in the outhouse cigar'. I look down...it's gone! I lean over to look closer. Yup, it's gone. There's a small airspace between the seat riser and the floor and that's right where my Diesel rolled itself, literally into the fudge. Are you kidding me?
Waves of disbelief, disappointment and discouragement wash over me. I can't believe that just happened. I don't have time for another, we have to be going soon. We're busy the rest of the weekend. It tasted so good. I won't get another cigar until next Friday or Saturday. Ugh.
A lost cigar to the God of Loo. I can't frickin' believe it. I just needed to share my sad tale.
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Blown head gasket sucks.......sometimes an easy job depending on the vehicle, or it can be a nightmare too.........hope you get something you like.