smoking in Albonia

day 4 of vacation, and now smoking weasel tobacco in the customs hut

I'll get a shot of Fusel next. No sound though.

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  1. Anonymous2:15 am

    Well. There you are. Looking slightly grumpy and smoking. Evidently in Albonia. . .

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  2. Archange7:58 pm

    Grumpy? Man alive, this is main face mode number 1 for Mr. Diskgrinder. All these years and me thinking I was being stoic, and it comes across as grumpiness. Well I never.
    Explains a lot, mind.

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  3. Anonymous9:49 pm

    OOps. Well, to be fair you looked a bit like you were about to smile just before it ended. In a very stoic kind of a way.

    Why not do a vblog with sound and all sometime? I bet it would be cool. 'Smoking' Made me wonder what your voice sounds like.

    Imagine - from the land of a thousand lakes.

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  4. Archange10:26 pm

    "land of a thousand lakes" - wistful for the infinite landscape now.

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  5. Archange10:27 pm

    vioice: nasal east midlands.

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  6. Anonymous10:37 pm

    I have no frame of reference for that voice description.

    By the way, technically I'm not from the land of a thousand lakes. That would be the direct translation of the word 'Minnesota'. Or my brother could have been teasing me again. Either way, there are a zillion lakes around here. And a couple of them are great.

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