cigardawg
Active Member
Well, I just spent the last few days in Northern Virginia doing some training. I spend 2 1/2 hours driving home in the rain yesterday and get home kind of all wound up. Grab a drink and start sifting through the mail...a package. Not thinking, I rip the little pull tab and, yep, you guessed it, KABLOOEY, right in the face. Luckily, I did not spill any of the Black Maple Hill bourbon that I was sipping, but I did loose some more hair (those that know me realize how traumatic this it 
). Black-faced and grinning like a little kid, I sift through the goodies...
Wilkey, WOW, what a nice selection. I think I have only smoked one or two of those in the package. I can't wait to start trying them. This was a very well thought-out bombing run. No carpet bomb here...strategic, precision strike.
Thank You, My Friend. It is very much appreciated.
). Black-faced and grinning like a little kid, I sift through the goodies...Wilkey, WOW, what a nice selection. I think I have only smoked one or two of those in the package. I can't wait to start trying them. This was a very well thought-out bombing run. No carpet bomb here...strategic, precision strike.
Thank You, My Friend. It is very much appreciated.
