To inhale or not to inhale
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usmcpurcell
Dutch
Never inhale!
Nope, I don't know a single person that inhales to be honest
cartisdm
Young & Eager
^^this
Moose
Moose with a stick!
A site that myself and a few friends started to do Cigar reviews and blogs.
Site is under construction, but our twitter and Facebook are up.
Site is under construction, but our twitter and Facebook are up.
CigarSaint
Who Dat!
If I laugh while smoking, but never on purpose.
Soundwave13
BoM Feb 2010
Do you spit or swallow?
(..excess saliva resulting from clenching a cigar for too long because your hands are busy..)
Jeeze - get your mind out of the gutter!
:grin:
(..excess saliva resulting from clenching a cigar for too long because your hands are busy..)
Jeeze - get your mind out of the gutter!
:grin:
Ah... another blog! :applause:
keinreis
BoM Oct '11
we all know the answer to that question if we were asking Craig Mac.:fencing:
Spit... I only LIKE cigars... guess I don't LOVE 'em! :rolling:
Moose
Moose with a stick!
Depends if I am outside or not, if inside I drink to swallow it down, if outside I spit it out if it gets to much.
Craig Mac
BoM 4/10 7/11 12/14
He gargles
keinreis
BoM Oct '11
does it tickle your throat?
keinreis
BoM Oct '11
I was gifted a barber pole cohiba once.
Craig Mac
BoM 4/10 7/11 12/14
Reminds me of a joke:
A drunk (D) is leaning against a lightpost on the corner of a busy street. Whilst gazing blearily around, he notices a smartly dressed young man (YM) standing a few feet away, watching the people pass by. As D is watching, a lovely lady comes walking along, and the YM says something to her. She immediately smiles, shakes her head, and takes his hand. The two of them together go up the stairs of a nearby row house, and inside.
A short while later, the two come back down the stairs, grinning from ear to ear. They embrace affectionately, and the lady departs.
This happens several times in the next few hours with different ladies. Once the lady frowned, and after some further words from YM, merely nodded her head and walked on. The drunk strained his ears to hear what was being said, but just couldn't make it out. Finally, his curiosity overcame his need for vertical support, and he stumbled over to the young man.
D: Shay, bud. Wha' goin on?
YM: Yes, I saw you watching. I wondered when you would come over. Well, it's like this. I watch the people. When I see a lady that takes my fancy, I walk up to her and say, softly, "Tickle your ass with a feather?" If she is agreeable to the idea, we go upstairs to my room, and have a good time. If she becomes upset, I merely say, "Typical nasty weather." She assumes that she misheard me the first time, and just keeps going. I can't loose!
D: (now swaying) Thas a grate idea! Ill have to run home and try it mysel.
So the drunk wobbles to his own home and stands leaning against the fence. Soon a very lovely lady comes (VLL) walking briskly along, and the drunk decides that this is his CHANCE. So he stumbles over to the lady and grabs her arm.
VLL: Yes?
D: (shouting) HEY BABE, C'N I STICK A FEATHER UP YOUR ASS?
VLL: WHAT?
D: (looking at the sky) Look at them fuckin' clouds!
