Tony Bones
Grundalier
- Joined
- Feb 4, 2004
- Messages
- 768
After one heck of a day at the office all I really wanted was a good cigar. My commute was hell, my day was worse, and gas prices are just out of control. Bah!
Upon arriving home and heading toward my domicile I caught a whiff of something. Tobacco. Cigar Tobacco. Good cigar tobacco. My cigar tobacco! Son of a bee-atch.
While rounding the corner and entering my patio I saw the culprit. Oh, say it ain't so. My trusty garden gnome Norvil sat glaring at me from the fence post, half-smoked VSG Robusto in hand. "Bastard! And to think I confided in your sorry, monkey-gnome ass and trusted you. How dare you snipe my only VSG!"
The gnome mumbled something while taking a long pull off the Robusto. Something about first class construction and a very nice finish.
"Oh, it's on you 10 inch tall little son of a bitch! Your mamma' was a midget and your daddy was that ugly Leprechaun on the Frosted Lucky Charms box."
Long story short: Things got a little unruly, the gnome talked some smack (something about pictures of me with his dwarf girlfriend), and I worked him over pretty good. Notice the missing arm and busted up hat.
Let this be a lesson to all of you. Keep your gnomes away from me and my cigars! You don't want none of this.
What little I got to smoke of the cigar was quite good. A very pleasant smoke. If someone has a full one they'd like to send for a better review, my address can be found in my profile. Just let me know it's coming so I can lock the damn gnome up on arrival day.
Upon arriving home and heading toward my domicile I caught a whiff of something. Tobacco. Cigar Tobacco. Good cigar tobacco. My cigar tobacco! Son of a bee-atch.
While rounding the corner and entering my patio I saw the culprit. Oh, say it ain't so. My trusty garden gnome Norvil sat glaring at me from the fence post, half-smoked VSG Robusto in hand. "Bastard! And to think I confided in your sorry, monkey-gnome ass and trusted you. How dare you snipe my only VSG!"
The gnome mumbled something while taking a long pull off the Robusto. Something about first class construction and a very nice finish.
"Oh, it's on you 10 inch tall little son of a bitch! Your mamma' was a midget and your daddy was that ugly Leprechaun on the Frosted Lucky Charms box."
Long story short: Things got a little unruly, the gnome talked some smack (something about pictures of me with his dwarf girlfriend), and I worked him over pretty good. Notice the missing arm and busted up hat.
Let this be a lesson to all of you. Keep your gnomes away from me and my cigars! You don't want none of this.
What little I got to smoke of the cigar was quite good. A very pleasant smoke. If someone has a full one they'd like to send for a better review, my address can be found in my profile. Just let me know it's coming so I can lock the damn gnome up on arrival day.