Just crushed my only wall charger...what to do now....I am so tired of being tired and so tired of not having money. On 6/12/10 I was in motorcycle class, you know the one, get the little card so you can legally ride a motorcycle in the state. Funny thing only 40% of all people riding have that little motorcycle endorsement required by the state. Well here I am in our 3rd skill (stop and go) telling myself I was going to do it this time and I hit the throttle instead of the brake and off the bike
Here's a topic I've addressed a number of times in various threads, but I thought I might discuss it here.
What can one expect from soaking tobacco in various solvents (alcohol, PG, VG) to get some real tobacco flavor and/or nicotine?
As far as getting flavor, that's a pretty easy question. If you soak and get a result that you like (either as a liquid in itself or as a flavor additive to regular eliquid) and you don't mind the extra wear and tear on your attys, you've
Updated 06-27-2010 at 06:40 PM by DVap
Today was bad.
Bad physically, emotionally (though that happens more and more because of my hormones), and spiritually too.
I worked in the yard this week. Spent two days digging, planting, and fixing my landscaping. That was therapeutic, I do love to dig in the dirt. It helps clear my mind, and I feel like I've accomplished something tangible.
Today was 'recover' day. The muscles ached, my hands ached, and because it was ungodly hot, my head was throbbing all day.
I started smoking in a dream, when I was 16. I was staying at a friend's house for the weekend; she and both her parents smoked in a small 3-room trailer. I, like my father, was allergic to cigarette smoke and I was miserable for the first day. My friend kept after me to try a cigarette; she desperately wanted a partner-in-crime her own age and had been trying to get me to take it up for months. I was staunch: smoking was unhealthy and stinky and a Really Bad Idea, and since my father was allergic
Updated 06-25-2010 at 11:50 PM by Jaka
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okay, so sometimes...
Okay, so sometimes my mailman comes early on Fridays, but only sometimes.
So, I'm sittin' here drinkin' iced coffee, vaping away on a delicious Red Cow & my dog barks. Is it the mailman? I can't see the mailbox from the house. It's a couple hundred yards away and I live in the woods and it could just be deer moving that the dog hears. Then again, I better walk down and see. Nope, no package yet.