Didn't see much in the way of letting everyone know just how stupid I am, and hopefully I'm not alone. Feel free to post juicy anecdotes of your moronic manner of losing, smashing, exploding, drowning, or any other method of depriving yourself of your beloved vape, preferable in a manner of maximum embarrassment.
I'll start - last week I went to Dallas for a week to meet my new coworkers, and since I was flying, took the bare essentials: My prize Moddog Pulsar Squonk I spent years acquiring topped off with my not too common SVA Svatty, my trusty Dicodes Dani v3 22mm workhorse topped with my workhorse rta - the fantastic GG Perseus.
All goes weel until the day before I was to leave, and was in a rush to get from the hotel to the office when I realized at some point wolfing down my amazing continental breakfast, I was without my dicodes. Well the car had pulled up, I took a minute to glance around and in the other room where the waffle makers were, and I saw nothing. Oh well, I thought, I must have left it in my room. Needless to say, when I returned that evening, it was not there. Nowhere to be found.
Am I a moron? Absolutely! Am I an idiot? Damn skippy! Will I learn not to take my nice shit on the road, much less out the house, well considering this is not the first time, it's doubtful.
RIP
I'll start - last week I went to Dallas for a week to meet my new coworkers, and since I was flying, took the bare essentials: My prize Moddog Pulsar Squonk I spent years acquiring topped off with my not too common SVA Svatty, my trusty Dicodes Dani v3 22mm workhorse topped with my workhorse rta - the fantastic GG Perseus.
All goes weel until the day before I was to leave, and was in a rush to get from the hotel to the office when I realized at some point wolfing down my amazing continental breakfast, I was without my dicodes. Well the car had pulled up, I took a minute to glance around and in the other room where the waffle makers were, and I saw nothing. Oh well, I thought, I must have left it in my room. Needless to say, when I returned that evening, it was not there. Nowhere to be found.
Am I a moron? Absolutely! Am I an idiot? Damn skippy! Will I learn not to take my nice shit on the road, much less out the house, well considering this is not the first time, it's doubtful.
RIP