My wife took myself and my son out of town for my Birthday. We had a nice weekend (No Cigars 
) and her parents took us out for lunch today. Upon arriving home I was resigned to not getting a Birthday Smoke because I just don't have any. When I went to check my mail, what do you think I found? ???
Ruins, the whole dang kiosk where my mailbox shares space with all my neighbours was nothing but a black hole in the ground. Laying there in the rubble was a ripped up box upon which were the barely legable words that make up MY address. Just to the left was a Red BioHazardous Waste bag. I know that is what it was because it said right on it:
BASURA INFECCIOSA
Inside was a good number of perfect projectiles of the highest quality.
Thank you Brother Murphy, you are the best. Tonight I shall indeed get to smoke a fine cigar for my Birthday :love:
) and her parents took us out for lunch today. Upon arriving home I was resigned to not getting a Birthday Smoke because I just don't have any. When I went to check my mail, what do you think I found? ??? Ruins, the whole dang kiosk where my mailbox shares space with all my neighbours was nothing but a black hole in the ground. Laying there in the rubble was a ripped up box upon which were the barely legable words that make up MY address. Just to the left was a Red BioHazardous Waste bag. I know that is what it was because it said right on it:
BASURA INFECCIOSA
Inside was a good number of perfect projectiles of the highest quality.
Thank you Brother Murphy, you are the best. Tonight I shall indeed get to smoke a fine cigar for my Birthday
:love: