MiamiCubano
El Martillo (My Boxing Name)
Got into the crib today and spent the better part of the evening tending to, playing with and just enjoying the new lil' guy who has taken over our place. Then see a note from my valet guy that says a package arrived. My little wife had the note on the counter and then reminded me, "papi, you have a package!" Damn...I get scared. I can then almost hear the ticking all the way up on our penthouse floor, even though the package is stored on the ground floor with valet. I go downstairs and am greeted with a smoke filled haze, cinder, and a valet guy that looks as if he had just shoved a flat head screwdriver in a light socket, then decided to throw himself over a landmine. Shaking, he hands me a package, his uniform reduced to a charred, smoking, Incredible-Hulk-clothes state. I see the return addy and just have to shake my head and smile...then I open the package to reveal the gorgeous contents inside...
NORCALCIGARLOVER....damn hermano...I'm blown away and humbled. Thank you very much brother. :thumbs:
NORCALCIGARLOVER....damn hermano...I'm blown away and humbled. Thank you very much brother. :thumbs:
