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Meeting the Pipe Smoking Buffalo

I had never met a buffalo who smokes a pipe. But this one did it without any kind of hype. It looked natural hanging from the big guy’s mug. I saw his wife merely give him a tiny bit of a shrug. So he smoked a pipe, I said, sidling up to her. Yes, she said, and I wish I had a cure. It’s a sickly sweet smell, and it makes me feel sick. He won’t get rid of it, so I guess he’s thick. The buffalo king smiled at his honest wife. I wish I could quit, he said, but I am hooked for life. Moral of this story, is do not start little one. I liked that he called me this. Being petite is kind of fun.

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Date: 4/25/2023 7:53:00 PM
You found the 'eye' in the midst of the whirlwind of smoke! (or something like that. Nyuk. Nyuk.) ~ Buffalo Bob
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/26/2023 12:28:00 AM
Poor baby, hooked on smoking and a buffalo to boot!

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