So today I'm wearing a pair of my "carpenter's jeans". They're the ones with the hammer loop on one leg and a few narrow pockets on the other leg.
After getting dressed, I make a pot of coffee while my wife makes some heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast. I get my coffee and my 510, take a drag and put it in one of the leg pockets. Then I sit down in front of my computer.
A few minutes later my leg starts to itch. Huh. Scratch, scratch...it's getting pretty uncomfortab-HOLY CRAP MY LEG IS ON FIRE!! AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH!

Ok, it wasn't really on fire, but it must have been on for about two minutes. Due to my chronic sciatica and bad knees I have a rather high tolerance to pain in my legs and can usually ignore such things. Now I have to wash my atty since it tastes and smells like burning.
After getting dressed, I make a pot of coffee while my wife makes some heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast. I get my coffee and my 510, take a drag and put it in one of the leg pockets. Then I sit down in front of my computer.
A few minutes later my leg starts to itch. Huh. Scratch, scratch...it's getting pretty uncomfortab-HOLY CRAP MY LEG IS ON FIRE!! AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH!

Ok, it wasn't really on fire, but it must have been on for about two minutes. Due to my chronic sciatica and bad knees I have a rather high tolerance to pain in my legs and can usually ignore such things. Now I have to wash my atty since it tastes and smells like burning.
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