MiamiCubano
El Martillo (My Boxing Name)
Good morning brothers/sisters. So I get back from seas a bit south/se of here yesterday evening. Quite tired actually, even though the last several days have been spent fishing, smoking cigars and drinking rum. As one of my valet guys is assisting in my luggage - bringing it up to the penthouse floor - he advised that he thought I had a package waiting for me. He was a bit equivocal on the details, and I picked up on a pulse of trepidation from him. Seems the actual valet who signed for the package didn't fare too well. Something about some manner of IED...smoke...blast...med-vac...was really tough to follow the fella in my haze. So he goes back downstairs and then returns as I have just poured a few fingers of Laphroaig 15. I get the box, check the return addy...Jfields.
Brother, thank you very much for the selection of smokes. Very much appreciated. :thumbs: However, now consider yourself on notice. Life is kinda funny...what goes around, comes around. And soon dear brother, it will be coming around your corner, when you least expect it.
Brother, thank you very much for the selection of smokes. Very much appreciated. :thumbs: However, now consider yourself on notice. Life is kinda funny...what goes around, comes around. And soon dear brother, it will be coming around your corner, when you least expect it.
