I enjoyed an Opus X Power Ranger last night. I loved the smoke and felt pretty good afterwards. But in the middle of the night I had a dream I went to the mailbox and it was stuffed with those pesky little flat rate boxes. It must have had 4 or 5 of them. I look at the return addresses and they are all fake. And the first thought that came to mind was, "it's gonna take me forever to PIF!"
It's official. There is no escaping CP. It's the Freddy Krueger of cigar forums.
It's official. There is no escaping CP. It's the Freddy Krueger of cigar forums.