While in bed just now, trying to sleep, I received a vision--or at least a notion. It was time to finally open that last can of Landströms, and furthermore to break out my icetool for the first time in years. So I lubed up the tool with a tiny bit of olive oil--it's a stainless steel, 5 ml Northerner-branded job, and still slides smooth and tight. Pulled out the oblong, green-labeled can from the 'fridge (brought down from the freezer a week or so ago). Slit the paper labels on the can with a thumbnail and popped open the lid--ahh, that fragrance. Loaded up the 'tool--it's been so long, I had to kind of remember how to do it. Then the old muscle-memory magic kicked in, and I had a nice pris, about a click and a half, in my mouth (silly rabbit, that's not enough. It'll be at least two clicks next time).
I've been thinking about selling the icetool, but now I may have to play with it for a while first. Once the "new" wears off once again, I'll probably let it go. As for the Landströms, there's nothing to do but just enjoy it--and when it's gone, reminisce about what a fine snus it was.
I've been thinking about selling the icetool, but now I may have to play with it for a while first. Once the "new" wears off once again, I'll probably let it go. As for the Landströms, there's nothing to do but just enjoy it--and when it's gone, reminisce about what a fine snus it was.
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