So, I just returned from a trip to the casino (up $20 big ones), a couple of cocktails, a nice dinner out and still a bit woozy from a Padilla Limitado Edicion Especial when I check my e-mail and what do I come across?
Todd has ordered some Taboos and Oliva V's and asks if I'd be interested in a split. What kind of "holy" man takes advantage of a poor soul when his will-power is at it's lowest? He knows I can't say no to a great deal even though all 4 of my humis are overflowing and the "better half" has already let me know numerous times in the last week or two that more cigars aren't really required for, oh, the next 14 years or so. Alright, split we will, but this conversation never happened or else I'll have a lot of other things I've come to enjoy not happening, if you get my drift.
