jgohlke
My other hobby
So there's one good thing in getting bombed....my wife comes in from the front porch with this giant package that we left on our doorstep. I do a quick mental scan...nothing inbound...and then ask "Hey, what did you get?"...she gives me that look and says "It's not for me. What did YOU get?"
More memory scanning...I've got ...Nothing.
Then she puts the box down and I see the return address. Some guy named Jones. The bastid.
After I get the box in a box open, I find a very sweet RyJ 3-cigar ashtray. Wow! It's huge. And nice!
I tell my wife, "I've been bombed!".
She looks at the ashtray, she looks at me, she looks back at the ashtray....I know EXACTLY what she is thinking..."Somebody you don't know just sent you that real nice ashtray for no reason....". I'm thinking she about to call BS on that play....but what she says is "Wow, that's nice."
Ok Jonesy. Nice one.
You forgot one thing though. I know where you live.
More memory scanning...I've got ...Nothing.
Then she puts the box down and I see the return address. Some guy named Jones. The bastid.
After I get the box in a box open, I find a very sweet RyJ 3-cigar ashtray. Wow! It's huge. And nice!
I tell my wife, "I've been bombed!".
She looks at the ashtray, she looks at me, she looks back at the ashtray....I know EXACTLY what she is thinking..."Somebody you don't know just sent you that real nice ashtray for no reason....". I'm thinking she about to call BS on that play....but what she says is "Wow, that's nice."
Ok Jonesy. Nice one.
You forgot one thing though. I know where you live.
:thumbs: 
