not that i'm complaining, mind you...
i send señor bassy some sticks in a trade for some IT fire. we agree on numbahs. package go bye-bye.
jazzman steps up to trade after i ask about the sinatra cigars. we agree on numbers, too. (4, jazz, FOUR!) 🙂
lo and behold, what doth mine trusty posty deliver today? well, along with hdking's "JFTHOI" (just for the hockeystix of it) insomniacal bomb, my staggering posty also hands me a couple more boxes.
i gotta say, my postman's a cool guy -- if there's a package, he doesn't slip me the standard "pick it up ya' own dang self!" note. he drives up to my door and hand delivers them. well, señor posty's getting a BIG ol' kick out of this and looking at me today like "what the hell???" and i blushingly explain that i'm a new cigar smoker, and i like to trade, and there are also these guys who apparently like trying to make this grown man cry, so...
anyway, 3 packages arrive. read all about hdking's damage in the thread titled "cigar."
then i open jazzman's package. FOUR we said. 4 sticks! *laugh* he might know music, folks, but homes can NOT count! there are no less than 8 big ol' fat sinatras staring at me -- and a couple of hefty bonus sticks to boot! and these are no dog rocket extras either. oh no. *shakes head* oh nonononono! i'm stuttering, "pa.. pa.. padrons... pa... pa... partagas!" at this point my wife's looking at me, like, "dear...? are you okay?"
wearily but with great joy, i open the final package, and out jumps the bombage from bassdude now! good lord, man, i hope that what i sent you for this trade wasn't too underwhelming! i'm looking at 4 nummy nummy IT fires, 2 estelis... and another fancy stick, and yet another fancy stick, and... and what? WHAT?! an Mx2?! *faint*
see, now i'm really glad that i've been doing my homework here. i let a AF sungrown leave the nest without so much as knowing what it was (just knew it was an AF, and therefore, it did not suck). and now i know that when i see things like, oooh, MX2s(!!!) not to just say, "hm. that looks interesting" and hide it in a humi not knowing what it is. oy!
sorry this is so long, kids, but a) i'm starting to finally feel better (YAY!) and b) i just had to stand you gents up before god and ever'one and accuse you thusly: YOU CANNOT COUNT! *laugh*
thank you, gentlemen. thank you very, very much!
