:whistling: :whistling: Bombs away! :laugh: :laugh: :sign: :sign:
Okay, so I swear...
I get the Hot Potato Bomb yesterday, which was a wonderful surprise...
Then I see THEM, the smoky eyes of the RAMROD man peering out from under a Ziplock logo, only promising of the burbom flavored pain contained within.
I pull out the handwritten paper on top, which only drives home the true culmination of my penance, sealed with a few 'ha-ha's' at the end as frosting on the cake.
I examine the package, what seems like a million RAMROD's (1 box of 5? an Eternity!) some fruity looking 'natties' with words like 'honey' and 'chocolate' on the cellos, and some Acids.. I'll tell you what, those Acids might be my only salvation 'till I kill off these pieces of ... uhh... well, I guess they resemble tobacco?
Thanks for the lovely smokes Julie, I can't say I'll nessecarily 'enjoy' them, but I deserve it, and that's something right?
I'll be sure to take a few highlights as I touch upon some of the 'finer' sticks of that bundle. That guy looks at me funny though. Creepy.
Cheers sister,
Rob