Hold on To Your Hats Boys

About the only thing that is decent about that pipe is that it is a Dublin. Matter of fact, that is an insult to the shape IMO.

My First Thought When I Saw It: Good Grief! That pipe is pink as a roosters dink!

Second Thought: What a waste of a Dublin!

A travesty of monumental proportions.

I have done a little research about "the pipe" but I have never seen a pink one before. Ugh.

not the hideous color and the fact that it is The Pipe, but that there are two people bidding SIX times. If John Waters made a film, this pipe could be a prop.

actually a gentleman who collects 'The Pipe'. I've seen his display at several shows. It's quite interesting. Not for me, but still quite interesting. I saw him in the fest tent at the recent CPCC show. He was smoking a stylish multicolored bulldog. Smoke what you like, like what you smoke.

Come on ... you know you want that pipe ... bid HIGH!

When I last checked there were four bidders (no, I was not one of them) and the bid to beat was $20 or so. This may come as a complete surprise but relative to pipes and tobacco, I'm a bit of a purist. Natural finish briar, good, Meerschaum, good, cherry wood, good, corn cob, good. But I simply cannot rap my peanut size brain around the concept of a pipe in pastel colors or a pipe that resembles the Partridge Family bus. While I certainly have no problem with anyone who likes such things, you have to admit the world is essentially obligated to poke some light-hearted (OK...mean spirited) fun at such baudry displays as this.

If on the off chance I ever did own such a thing, I most certainly would not smoke it out in public and it would be dedicated to the most UBER manly blends that my sick little cerebellum could muster. Let's see, a hybrid of rubbed out 1792 Flake, 5Bros, Cotton Bol, and dried up Copenhagen snuff and rinsed off Red Man chewing tobacco. I'd definitely have to do something to recover a proper testosterone level. Kinda like watching Lifetime. For the uninitiated, this is a TV network dedicated to the most girly crap ever. Every man in any movie on this channel, beats his woman, molests his kids, is a drug addict, cheats on his wife, and doesn't eat tofu. All the Women are the poor unfortunate victims who merely want everything that they deserve (which is basically everything in the world). It is so horridly biased and chickified words cannot even explain how badly (and quickly) this will irritate the average man. It's absolutely the most mindless excrement ever conceived and it is on 24 eye gouging hours a day! After an hour or so of Lifetime I swear I can feel my man parts beginning to shrivel. Of course when I make good my escape I immediately have to watch some football or UFC and sit around in my boxers drinking large quantities of cheap beer and burping as loud as humanly possible. Alas my beloved country has become a wretched gynocracy! But alas I rant!

sounds like our local TV news channel, but with the govt cronies being the chicks & the settlers being the dudes. I'll burp to that.

this but my first impression of the pipe was how well it would go with those tropical floral shirts. No offense, was just an initial impression. I'll go now, get some ice and pack my tooth, then again maybe I am just posting cuz I am hopein' maybe by some luck someone will knock it out. Of course, then clentching would be a hell of a bitch.

$57.40 ending price, plus shipping. If I would have been thinking, I would have snagged it and shipped it down to you with no warning, GI.

Maybe I can make due with this one instead:

http://cgi.ebay.com/...

That is great... now that pipe, what the hell, I would smoke it. Pinky, no way.

GI, great post... I was laughing my arse off the whole way down... not because it is necessarily funny, but because it is so damn true.

Dammit! I just wasted good money on a KW 5190 (Supergrain Canadian) and Jerry Garcia's go-to stick for all manner of substances goes up on Ebay. I must confess though that the psychodelic pattern is rather interesting and might be nice for Flower Shirt Friday.

Are you kidding me!? $57 for Pinky. I guess if you're into something totally different that would be the pipe to have. For sure I've not seen many pipes that color, in fact that was probably the first.

To be honest though, I think I'd have to be just a bit more enlightened to smoke either.

Oh Yeah, I forgot the obligatory sarcastic remark: Wouldn't pinky have to be dedicated to a fruity blend? The fellas down at The Man Hole Bar and Grill would undoubtedly be impressed. The winner was Clay Aiken. OK that's enough. I'm done

I hope that thing can be sanded down and restained.

Sand Paper....$5.00
Alcohol Based Stain....$13.00
Caranuba Wax....$8.00

Living with the shame that you ACTUALLY bought a pink pipe..... PRICELESS.

That color is permanently in the outer material, resin I believe. The inner bowl is a pyroltic material like nose cones from rockets, that can withstand tremendous heat and NEVER be changed. Sad, when one thinks on it.

BTW, GI, I really appreciate the commentary on the Lifetime Network. If one suffered from diabetes, one could get a fatal sugar overload. In Phila, there is the Lifetime Network AND the Lifetime Movie Network. As I type, Lifetime is showing the Golden Girls and LMN has "The Homecoming". Later, there will be 'Il Castratti- What's Left of the American Male in the 21St Century". Hallmark's not much better, BTW. When SWSL decides to watch, I quickly exit for either the garden because feeling dirt on one's hands is a good antidote, or the basement, to which no woman would ever descend. Consider that chaos is a good shield from the estrogen flood.

ROTFLMAO ... oh that was too rich.

'Il Castratti- What's Left of the American Male in the 21St Century". Hallmark's not much better, BTW. When SWSL decides to watch, I quickly exit for either the garden because feeling dirt on one's hands is a good antidote, or the basement, to which no woman would ever descend. Consider that chaos is a good shield from the estrogen flood. [/quote]

The politics of womanhood absolute makes my blood boil. Every since the 70's most women in this country were convinced that being a woman was not enough, they had to be equal. Not that I'm against equality of the sexes but seems to me that everything that ever resembled a gender role has been eliminated. In effect women screamed and postured and bitched and complained until they got it, then when it finally came they had the audacity to wonder where all the good men went. I'll tell you where they went, they were socially and politically castrated by the womans movement. Now days lots of young men don't know how they're suposed to act. They're supposed to be eunichs most of the time but man enough to be a man when that's what she wants too.

Not surprising as women have bull rushed everything that used to distinguish us as men. Pipes, cigars, gentlemens clubs, football, fishing, wrestling, basketball there's not a single thing on the planet that is excepted as a "man thing" in this day and age. Unless of course you count paying all the bills and having none of the fun. That just doesn't seem right or fair to me. Sure, there should be stuff that women and men do together but it just seems the world was a much nicer place when there was something called gender identity. Most young men can't act like men because they're not allowed to. The Women's Movement, (Bah Says I) after 40 years of buffoonery they decide that they only want equality when it suits them and have the unmitigated gaul to wonder. "What's Left of the American Male?" I have a woman's movement at my house, it's called "Woman why don't you move out to the garage and get me another beer"

Apparently what is left to the American Male is something called a metrosexual. This is a male only in the physiological sense. It hates contact sports, despises red meat, brushes its teeth 16 times a day, shaves, plucks or waxes any and all body hair, has 15 different products for its head hair, gets manicures and pedicures, defoliates, and owns one of those wood rasp things because God knows no self respecting metro would have scaly or callused up feet, it keeps a box of scented tissues on its desk at work right next to the ficus and the book of the month from Oprah's Book Club. While I can't blame women for finding this creature less than fulfilling as a manly companion, I'm outraged that they built the monster now they act like it's the entire male gender falling apart just so they're restless and unsatisfied.

Shennanigans! This is all a clever deception. The Emperor is naked! I'm not old enough to be a grouchy old fart but by God I'm a man. Does not a man have body hair and occassionally body odor? Is a man not prone toward callused feet and hands because of his labors? Does not a man watch football, drink beer and eat his steaks warmed up only 10 degrees on the outside and bleeding in the middle? If a man's shoes do not fit, is that not his cue to trim his toenails? Do we at MPC not represent the last vestige of true men, the pipe smoking by God, breadwinners? They can take away our right to not wear underwear to work but they can't take away our freedom!!! Who's with me!?
Wow, what a rant! I'm gonna jump in the pool with a cold frosty. Cheers my Brothers of the Briar!

Didn't realise anybody ACTUALLY watched Oprah. Thought they just made fun of her. But trust me - the future is in good hands: my son broke up with his girlfriend yesterday. She felt she wasn't getting enough attention, what with the rugby, hanging out with his mates, going fishing & then, to top it all, spending the weekend bushpig hunting. He said she's too "clingy". And he doesn't even smoke a pipe.

But what a wonderful rant GI. Grumpy Old Man (GOM) is a highly desirable state of being - indeed a natural one for over-fifties - when you're pushed out of the herd for being too cantakerous. Old Fartism is far too benign & head-up-own-ass. GOM is our lot. Rant on brother.

RAWR RAWR!

There's a movement around here as well. It's: "Move, I can't see the game!". We respect each other and I'm all for equality and all that - to a point, and she agrees with me, which is fortunate for our relationship. She is into the old virtues as I am, so we have no problem deciding who vacuums the floors or does the dishes. Whenever the chain of command seems to get a bit blurry, we will have a fight of some sort. I have found that to be very interesting. When the chain of command has been restored, all is well.

To get back on topic. That pipe should just be sanded down to mere atoms.

Jeeze, I totally forgot about the original topic of this thread. That darn pink pipe. Talk about a thread taking some side journeys! Its all good though.

I guess I started being a grumpy old man early. I'll have it totally perfected by 60 though. I won't be fit company for anyone but my wife and we'll be banished to hang out on the beach all day and drink cocktails and eat oysters in the beach bars all night. That's my nefarious plot!

"What is a Curmudgeon anyway?
A curmudgeon's reputation for malevolence is undeserved. They're neither warped nor evil at heart. They don't hate mankind, just mankind's absurdities. They're just as sensitive and soft-hearted as the next guy, but they hide their vulnerability beneath a crust of misanthropy. They ease the pain by turning hurt into humor. . . They attack maudlinism because it devalues genuine sentiment. Nature, having failed to equip them with a servicable denial mechanism, has endowed them with astute perception and sly wit.
Curmudgeons are mockers and debunkers whose bitterness is a symptom rather than a disease. They can't compromise their standards and can't manage the suspension of disbelief necessary for feigned cheerfulness. Their awareness is a curse.
Perhaps curmudgeons have gotten a bad rap in the same way that the messenger is blamed for the message: They have the temerity to comment on the human condition without apology. They not only refuse to applaud mediocrity, they howl it down with morose glee. Their versions of the truth unsettle us, and we hold it against them, even though they soften it with humor."

I read this definition a while ago. I thought that, as I am but a few weeks from 60 years old, it was most appropriate to me. But, I come to this state honestly, w/o suffering fools gladly. There was a time when I thought a razor wit was fundamentally a good thing. Now, I subscribe to the broad sword theory. No need for the subtle because we must deal with teratoids, genetically malformed individuals who are mostly pre-literate. I came to this conclusion when, the other day, I asked a clerk at a new bookstore if they had any books about the VietNam War. She said, "Was that a war? When?". 'Nuf said.

I love this thread, I will keep bumping it in the future.

I hope it grows, something to savour on certain given days

Your analysis is spot on. How could anyone who appreciates beauty and intellect and laments the half assed and ridiculous approach the modern world with anything but a thumbed nose or extended middle finger? Rather than staring into the abyss until I become the abyss, I choose to aproach life on my own terms and only stare into the abyss long enough to poke fun at the sheeple who are down there and give them an abrupt reminder of reality and pragmatism. Granted my sarcastic brand of humor is often an attempt to hide the sting but how could any fan of the human condition not be a bit traumatized by the modern world? Crumudgeon?, you bet, codger? well maybe, walking talking anachronism, most assuredly. I like Blake, Byron, Thoreau and Emerson. I am the 19th century man. I choose to believe that there's something wonderful left in humanity and rail mercilessly against a modern world that proves me wrong more than it proves me right. I refuse to mindlessly hump the leg of materialism and ignorance, if this is the standard in modern society, I couldn't be less interested. When I start to quietly comply, I've sold my soul and have no passion left. At that point, I hope someone puts a pillow over my face until I quit moving. "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." Not the bald guy from Florida fellas!

PS: "Was that a war? When?" Funny, when I run into people that clueless I don't know if I want to laugh in their face, burst into tears or slap the taste out of their mouth. Twelve years of free public education available here that most of the third world would kill for and we have an entire generation convinced that a vagina is a suitable substitute for a brain. Gee thanks Cosmo and Lifetime. Long live the gynocracy!