thechenman
No One of Consequence
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So...after a nice and relaxing Mother's Day weekend, I sit down at the dining room table to go through the weekend mail while my wife puts the kids to bed. Bill...bill...flyer...PennySaver...coupons...CI magazine...ads...and low and behold a box that turns out to be a ticking time bomb. I carefully examine the package and realize it's from that dirty bastid sigar_zealot (a.k.a. Randy). I'm thinking...boy is he gonna get his...as I carefully try to open the package to diffuse the bomb. Too late...K-A-B-O-O-M! As I come too I realize that the dining room is in shambles. My wife is going to kill Randy as she just purchased a new dining room chandelier not even 3 weeks ago. Better look out Randy...even I duck and run for cover when she's on the warpath. As I gather my senses and examine the remains of the package I am again floored by this brother's generosity. For those who don't know...sigar_zealot has an affinity for high-end single-malts and bourbons. One that he apparently chose to share with me though his personal bottlings of well aged, fine amber elixirs paired with a well aged custom roll. Randy...thanks doesn't even begin to express how I feel about your generosity. All I can say is...you better watch your back cause you're gonna get yours! Payback's a bitch!
