So I get home today to a familiar USPS box sitting on my front porch bench.
As my eyes scan upwards to the "from" area, I see that something is awry....Apparently I sent this to myself, which could mean only one thing....The Cigar Assassin has struck again!!
The worst thing about this (apart from not being able to neither thank nor return fire) is that I can't even ask anyone what these damn cigars ARE!!
They look great though...Yum.
Well, thank you, CA!! You are too kind.
PS--Anyone who wants to through CA under the bus will be handsomely rewarded >hint hint<
As my eyes scan upwards to the "from" area, I see that something is awry....Apparently I sent this to myself, which could mean only one thing....The Cigar Assassin has struck again!!
The worst thing about this (apart from not being able to neither thank nor return fire) is that I can't even ask anyone what these damn cigars ARE!!
They look great though...Yum.
Well, thank you, CA!! You are too kind.
PS--Anyone who wants to through CA under the bus will be handsomely rewarded >hint hint<
