Loen's and my victory cigars coming home from IkasuCon. Really fun stuff. We out-Bernanked Bernanke on that band trip!
As we drove up to the on-ramp, we were lit up, and it were puffing away. We stopped at the stoplight to make our turn, and in the right lane, in a big silver pickup, a lovely brunette lass caught sight of us, grinned real big, and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. I would have loved to get her to be in a picture with us, but that's the stuff restraining orders are made of.
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That ... shirt ,,, that ... SHIRRRRRRT! Aaauuuugh!
All that cigarly goodness, and you kvetch about my SHIRT?!??
...Unless...
Jay.
Do you want one?
Only if it's got Godzilla chompin' down on Rainbow Dash!
Awwwww...you know Rainbow Dash's name!
Those almost look like Hoyo de Monterey Excaliburs #1, but the wrapper color doesn't seem right (of course, considering the light and everything). They also don't seem large enough for Special Jamaican Rey del Reys.
They were no-name great big SEE-gars that I bought for a larf. They were surprisingly not bad.
"Awwwww...you know Rainbow Dash's name!"
N' Applejack, n'Tigger', n' Thumper', n' Curly, n' Larry, n' Moe, n' ...
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