once a long time ago..in a special little place...


i had my first love..she was a little wooden pipe with these little pot leafs cut into the sides. it was perfect --the dark wood..smooth sides...i always took extra care of it..polished it with a little kleenex wipe ..then came that fateful day..a day thatll forever be scarred in my heart. it was raining outside and my mom was drivin my towards my aunts house..i guess the minute i stepped out of the car it had fallen out of my pocket--never to be found again



so i guess thats my story..i miss that pipe, me and her used to go burn everywhere..some of my old friends had even scratched their names into the handle making the loss of it even more frustrating...
iNHALE.xHALE. Reviewed by iNHALE.xHALE. on . Sentimental smoking utensils! This thread is for stories and pics of your most sentimental smoking utensil. We've all been attached to a piece for one reason or another. Whats your story? Hopefully we can refrain from posts like: "I love my 3"bong cuz it's sweet":D I'll post again in a minute! Rating: 5