Joe Camel

KMA, Joe Camel

That rat bastard Joe Camel ensnared me over the weekend. It’s been a long time coming – I have been dying for a decent cigar with a tasty brew, plus the whole 119 daily insults of married life I am enduring right now has made my stress jump to 11 at a moment’s notice. So, I gave in to the hypnotic pull of Mr. Camel when I was out 4 wheeling. (It doesn’t help that everyone I go wheeling with smokes like a damn chimney). I smoked a handful of death sticks over the weekend, mostly like little cigars (not inhaling), sometimes like me as a teenager on the balcony of the people I babysat for. Tasted like shit (dry, stale, hot ash flavored, choking clouds of stink) as opposed to tasting like dogshit (that is a Pall Mall). And, no, I do not have any personal insights on the taste of dogshit, but I can identify it by smell, and can guess the rest.

Anyway, started a couple with a beer while grilling some steak and crab for annual hallmark holiday #12 yesterday. Not real satisfying. Joe lied! None so far today. *crosses fingers*

But, they are in my glove box.  And the matches are in my pocket…


  • OG Fred May 10, 2004 at 5:22 pm

    Just remember, in England they call them fags. You put them in your mouth.
    Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

  • Anonymous May 10, 2004 at 5:42 pm

    Well, if you paid attention to the photo, you might realize that I would actually be putting them in my sock.
    Whatever that signifies.

  • Dr. Gonzo May 17, 2004 at 3:59 pm

    So what does it mean when you give one (a smoke, just so we are crystal clear) to a 1st Amendment artist to put in HER mouth? Anything?

  • Anonymous May 28, 2004 at 1:25 pm

    OK, took until last Tuesday, but I got through the package of deathsticks. At $83.00 a pack I couldn’t just throw them away, could I? Ain’t bought no more. I have declared victory.

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