My wife does not recognize the brand names Coleman or Igloo as furniture.

The 3 Colibri lighters I have couldn't light a firecracker inside a gas can.

5 packs are truly the path to enlightenment.

Confucious say, My dad and brother in law will choose the rarest most expensive cigar in the house no matter where I hide them.

They will smoke one inch of it and drop it at the sound of footsteps.

NYC is a smoker's wasteland. Bastions of civilization have been smited. My wife and I had dinner at Ben Benson's and there wasn't anything to smell but steak.

With endless porn at my finger tips I remain most aroused by the 4 parentheses and the 2 astericks of EChick.

I'll be sure to scour the entire board before I ask any other questions. Holy crap.

I still don't get AF's.

Mac's still suck.

Last but not least. I may be a master of the universe and king of my domain but if I want to smoke it's in the garage.

Strange as it may be, I'm OK with that.

Thanks for a good 2004, CBID.

I have lived in the Persian Gulf and both the East and West Coast's this year and the only things I have been able to count on are family, friends (my cigars qualify as both), and the necessity to think up new reasons why "I just needed to get that (fill in the blank)" or "it's such a great deal." Such a small price to pay in order to enjoy this thing we do and love. Cheech

I am rolling! Perfect, just perfect.

Merry Christmas.

Craig(MD)