click to enlargeThere it is, in all it's terrible splendor. The "pipe" made superior by a total absence of briar and a bowl lining made of the stuff that coats the nose-cone of a Polaris missile. If you can look at these and not think of Mr. Furley's wardrobe, then I envy you your ignorance. A classic ad from the same decade that gave us the disco version of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony and the infallible pick-up line, "What's your sign?"
The Pipe: when clothing styles, modern technology and pipe smoking collided to create something with bad taste that tastes bad.
I'm sure there are still thousands of THE PIPES out there, since there's no way they could be broken or worn out--save for the stem, which was soft plastic and could be bitten through by a teething 3-year-old. In my dreams there are still an uncounted number of THE PIPES lurking, forgotten, in the pockets of abandoned leisure suits in the backs of closets and Goodwill centers all over the world.
These are the dreams that haunt me.
I'm sure pipes like these have all been banned under the new tobacco regulations, so I imagine Obama will personally be searching the pockets of each of the thrift store jackets to get at them before a child does!
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