I'm not sure how many of you have experienced this. If you haven’t you may one day… I know my friend Groucho has, but he's a freak like me with WAY too many gars. He has several large coolerdoors. He introduced me to the concept of them. However, in a ranch in Jorgea, I don't have the ability to regulate the temperature well enough to feel comfortable with my babies in a cooler. Hence the birth of the Ploomidoor posted in the pictures previously. The Ploomidoor is climate controlled and keeps the temp and the humidity right where I want it. And I thought when I built it, that it was massive, voluminous, CAVERNOUS!
It was like that girl from an Austin Powers movie, Dixie, Dixie Normous... I thought to myself "self"; you'll NEVER fill that thing, why it's the size of the Korbit Canyon, Canyon, canyon...
Well... (swallowing hard…(now spitting hard)) My name is Robby, and I'm a C-Bid-aholic (pause) (Hello Robby, hello, hello Robby…).
Yes, when it comes to cigars, I'm full of it. I'm like Roberto Duran Duran in a Ray Leonard fight (No mass! No mass!) Instead of Rio dancing in the sand, it's Robo and I'm packin in the can, cramming the lid down and sitting on it, like some sort of bad Samsonite commercial with me bouncing on top of the Ploomidoor trying to close it, throwing my head back and screaming at the sky like Kirk in Search for Spoc (C-BID! You Klingon ****!! You killed my son!!!)
Ok, so is there a point here? Why yes, glad you asked! My point is, isn't it interesting how you can pull all your gars out of a tightly packed humidor and then, when you go to put them in, somehow they "expanded"? They're like Roy Rogers in an old cowboy movie singing to you, "Give me land, lot's of land neath the starry skies above, Don't fence me in!!" It's maddening! Yes QUITE MADDENING!!!!
