Inspired by Floyd's post about, who really knows...
I wanna say it was a Macanudo Tampax that really hit me hard. Back in the day, when we were hitting the strip clubs pretty hard, and then finished the evening at Waffle House, I had a buddy offer me one. It had the seriously yellow cello on it, so I knew it was right and proper. Well, after firing it up (with a cap less bic taken from a hookers squak ), I knew it was gonna be a long night! Aside from the 6.7 mile walk home, this thing just would not stay lit. Too moist, I’d suppose. Between the stench of the bic, and the moist tobacco, (and possibly the undercooked eggs and cat...