So I got into the noob trade as a second venture into discovering the wonders and pathways of the trading gods and goddesses
Mister Homebrew and I agreed to a five pack for a five pack excahnge of premiums with another fiver for fiver of everyday smokes
My package of 10 arrived at his place safe and sound and he returned fire
AND FRICKIN' HOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I arrive at the post office this morning and the postmaster has on a pair of ear plugs, which I thought curious. he hands me the box from which I hear faint sounds of salsa music. He looks at me as if to say, thank god that sound is going away
I open the box and BOOM - out pour tens of premo sticks, including one or two that immediately beg for political asylum. Unfortunately, owing to the history of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and its Puritanical heritage, I have sentenced these refugees to a fiery death. Execution to occur soon.
WOW - thanks, sir. Your kindness and genorosity is only exceeded by your reputation for the same.
Now, if I can just figure out the math on the trading boards. Twice in a row, I sent a fiver expecting a fiver and found the counts unequal in the end.
Rich - clearly just blown right the hell away
