Sooooo.....
Takes/puts?
Roulette?
Or is the kitty cat scared of them dog rockets?
Lol nope not me !
Takes:
I took 2 Acids from the TAKE bag. The Kuba I had before, but the Deep Dish will be new to me.
I pulled the 555 and the W&D from the ROCKETS bag. So three adventures await !!!
I had the 555 today. The biggest, baddest, saddest !! dawg I had from the pull !. !
I lit it up. It tasted like soap.. As I smoked it, I kinda realized it was more like a 5Vegas Gold that you did not let age a little. The sour taste from the wrap. Mind you, just not horrendous. It wasn't toxic..like that rocket I smoked at Saturn's dog rocket challenge that tasted like molten plastic. ! And that was a relief ,.
Anyway so I decided if I purge the smoke, .. and cut it again, that may help.
No. It didn't. Still sour.
But it made the fukyr shorter so that was a plus.
And keeping the tip dry as possible helped a little.
Trying to enjoy this lackluster cigar. So I amuse myself.
Couldn't turn down an opportunity here to express my support for the Dog Rocket campaign.
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You may notice here the next challenge would be that the wrap was starting to do play the unravel game. That would continue through the whole session.
.......Don't take my word for it. Lets go to the video tape !
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Meanwhile. I'm on my porch smoking this
sour patch kids dog rocket for like 45 minutes so far..
The label says 555 , I imagine that is the manufacturer's idea. Because everybody knows that's the "universal loop number" so you can't call up and complain the cigar is sour, falling apart, or that the whole experience is taking too long. This is like a prostate exam. The sooner this is over, the better my day will suddenly become. Even if you wreck the car leaving the doctor's office. . Unless, of course, you wreck your car, and the responding tow truck operator has his finger up
his ass, as was the case when my daughter's car was towed last weekend. But that's another story.
Where was I.. oh yeah .. the birds.
So these two damn magpies are tweeting away a storm and I've got nothing to entertain me, certainly not this dog rocket. I realize it's been almost an hour and these two have been out here as long as I have been. They go on the roof, the porch rail, across the street, then back over to the wires again. WTF are they watching me smoke this frigging dog rocket for ? They are. These two birds are watching me. I'm not nuts. They flew off the porch when I first walked out here to sit down..
So I look around. See nothing. Then I see the hanging flower basket. So it's hanging so I walk over there to the end of the porch an on tipppy-toes I can barely see in the basket. I think I see a nest. So I don't want to get attacked by these two flying rats so I take my phone and reach up and take some shots. Here's the best.....
So now we're running a maternity ward over here. Wonder if momma bird needs a prostate exam. Or a tow.
So here's the final finish on this whatever-this-was cigar. About 70 minutes.
Certainly glad it was over.
So was my audience.
Hold on a second BRB.