Many, many, many moons ago when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, my grandfather had a cigarette rolling machine. He showed a couple of us grandkids how to operate it and it was really cool the way it worked. (Kinda of like a progressive reloader only horizontal instead of vertical, IIRC.)
Now Grandpa didn't smoke much, in fact hardly at all. He smoked cigarettes like most people smoke pipes, rarely and then only when he had some "thinkin' " to do.
Anywho, since we were shown how to roll cigarettes by grandpa it was "OKAY TO DO". So one time we got the machine out of the hall closet and the box with all the fixin's in it and proceeded to take turns and make cigarettes.
Man did we make cigarettes, probably somewhere in the neighborhood of 500-1000.
Grandma caught us and dragged Grandpa in to see what we had done.......
"I'll never smoke that many in 100 years !!" he said. Grandma was trying hard not to laugh, because we were sooooo proud of what we had done for Grandpa.
No punishment was handed down, but Grandpa was real careful about what he showed us from then on.
Speaking of Pipe Smoking......
Now in college, I had a roommate who decided to take up pipe smoking. Just to be cool, pretenious, and act superior. So I took several rubber bands, cut them up into very small pieces and mixed them in with his tobacco.
Me: "Man, I normally like the smell of pipe smoke, but that really smells like sh!t."
Him: "Yeah, it doesn't taste to good either." (as he turns green)
Me: "Maybe you should try a different brand of tobacco ?"
Him: "Yeah, I'll get some tomorrow."
I repeated the chopped up rubber band in the tobacco trick each time he changed tobacco brands.
Me: "This one smells worse then the others you've tried. What brand is this ?? 'Soiled Underwear' or 'Locker Room Sweatsocks' ?? "
Him: "Yeah this is pretty bad, I think I'll just give up smoking a pipe."
Me: "Sorry to hear that, and this after all you've invested in those tweed jackets with the elbow patches."
