just big dog t**ds---?!

Down in Olympia doing Mom maintenance today, stopped at the new cigar shop here for a couple more Arganese CL3 torps (that's another story) then on to her house.

Unpack some wine, cheese, chocolate, cigars, and other doodads on the kitchen counter and what does Mom do? She snatches the little zip bag of half a dozen sticks and with a big smirk and S.Palin voice loudly exclaims, "That's my daughter! You aren't smokin the small ones anymore are ya, just the big dog t**rds!"

OH! R*O*F*L*M*A*O* and about swallowed my scotch glass!


Yep, that's Mom!