Screw the acid at this point.
Acid is done.
Panama getting hot. Bringing mild tobacco, and barnyard straight to the front. Still no urine. Smoky, musty, dry hay, with the aftertaste of cinnamon cologne and artificially sweetened red-hots drug through an ashtray.
Panama done.
Yeah, baby.
I went into the house afterwards with a tongue that felt like I'd been licking spicy sandpaper. Found some pork rinds. Oh damn! Flavorful, greasy, salty goodness! Absolutely awful aftertaste between the two of those cigars. Dry, bitter, burnt, spicy artificial/chemical taste. My elves are permanently estranged from me now, and I think the neighbors might have complained to the police about a meth house in the area.
This was, overall, a thoroughly horrifying taste sensation that I cannot in good conscience recommend to anyone.
With that in mind, bring on the box of goodies!
2019 is here!
The pass has begun, and we're all bound for Glory.
-Ape
Acid is done.
Panama getting hot. Bringing mild tobacco, and barnyard straight to the front. Still no urine. Smoky, musty, dry hay, with the aftertaste of cinnamon cologne and artificially sweetened red-hots drug through an ashtray.
Panama done.
Yeah, baby.
I went into the house afterwards with a tongue that felt like I'd been licking spicy sandpaper. Found some pork rinds. Oh damn! Flavorful, greasy, salty goodness! Absolutely awful aftertaste between the two of those cigars. Dry, bitter, burnt, spicy artificial/chemical taste. My elves are permanently estranged from me now, and I think the neighbors might have complained to the police about a meth house in the area.
This was, overall, a thoroughly horrifying taste sensation that I cannot in good conscience recommend to anyone.
With that in mind, bring on the box of goodies!
2019 is here!
The pass has begun, and we're all bound for Glory.
-Ape