You have started your way in at the Tin membership. You have to work your way to...wait a minute, some people wearing Cbid shirts, toting firearms, and wearing full-face ski masks are amassing in my driveway. Chit! They are hammering on the front door. I have to
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Ahem. After a few hours in a "reeducation camp", I am instructed to tell you that there are no levels of membership, that is a running joke, and *ow, I'm writing it, get the AR-15 stock out of my ribs, please* that all you have to do with questions like that is contact customer service which, I am told, is the "gold standard" of the cigar biz. Jesus, can you let my kids go now?