Hello fellow lovers of the leaf. Just registered on this site. I have been smoking the leaf for 30+ years in one form or the other. I am glad to find a site that the members descbibe themselves as "fruits and nuts" as I consider myself both. I like cigars that are strong to medium with volumes of smoke and fruity undertones. I will be 32 years this old this month. My hobbies are the Opera, sewing, backyard bareknuckle streetfighting and parachuting from tall national monuments in a tutu. I have lived on all 8 continents, been married 12 times currently single gals), fathered 43 children (child support current) and speak 22 languages fluently (my Cantonese is sloppy). I was born in rural Tennessee. My mother and my father (my Uncle Buck) were humble farmers with a taste for danger and international espionage. They trained me early in life to drive a tractor and interrogate the neighbors sheep. With this background Harvard and the CIA were on me like flies on a cowpatty. I spent my adult years with a traveling circus doubling as a contortinist and bearded lady. World War II found me in Italy on D Day as the Germans invaded Paris and took us as POW's to entertainment camps in Norway.
Those were brutal years as we were subjected to endless fondue and yodelling contests. When I returned to the great USA I began my career as a tenor in an off broadway production of Les Miserable in Akron, Ohio. We went on a National VFW tour but the grind was too much for my health. I became a hobo then suddenly discovered a cure for Athelete's Ear (most of you won't remember that disease that once plagued our finest sports figures). After the Pulitzer prize in Medicine was awarded to me posthumously, I retired here in Alaska to enjoy the weather. Well the Nurse says my medication is ready so I must go. I will continue this story at another time.
Those were brutal years as we were subjected to endless fondue and yodelling contests. When I returned to the great USA I began my career as a tenor in an off broadway production of Les Miserable in Akron, Ohio. We went on a National VFW tour but the grind was too much for my health. I became a hobo then suddenly discovered a cure for Athelete's Ear (most of you won't remember that disease that once plagued our finest sports figures). After the Pulitzer prize in Medicine was awarded to me posthumously, I retired here in Alaska to enjoy the weather. Well the Nurse says my medication is ready so I must go. I will continue this story at another time.
