qwerty1500
05-19-2012, 08:08 AM
Subtitle: The danger of distracted smoking.
My typical Saturday morning involves a good cup of coffee, a cigar and the internet. I was enjoying it so much that I decided to have a second cigar this morning. I chose to put away a Punch Punch. As usual with this box, another VERY tight draw. I poked it a couple of times and fired it up.
The draw began to tighten up again as I smoked. It needed another poke. I was reading something that must have been way too interesting while I poked my lit cigar. I pulled out my poker and took a puff ... nothing ... WTF. I looked ... no ash. Huh?
I looked down ... there it was ... a big ol red cherry ... right in the middle of my lap. I jumped up, shook it onto the floor and stomped it out. Then I saw the quarter size hole it had burnt in my sweatpants. And the location of the hole was, shall we say, strategic. Another 10 seconds and I would have been in some serious pain in a very "ahem" sensitive area.
Pay attention boys.
My typical Saturday morning involves a good cup of coffee, a cigar and the internet. I was enjoying it so much that I decided to have a second cigar this morning. I chose to put away a Punch Punch. As usual with this box, another VERY tight draw. I poked it a couple of times and fired it up.
The draw began to tighten up again as I smoked. It needed another poke. I was reading something that must have been way too interesting while I poked my lit cigar. I pulled out my poker and took a puff ... nothing ... WTF. I looked ... no ash. Huh?
I looked down ... there it was ... a big ol red cherry ... right in the middle of my lap. I jumped up, shook it onto the floor and stomped it out. Then I saw the quarter size hole it had burnt in my sweatpants. And the location of the hole was, shall we say, strategic. Another 10 seconds and I would have been in some serious pain in a very "ahem" sensitive area.
Pay attention boys.