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Watching the back n forth interaction between Ken and Rob about a Monte C nemesis cigar review!

Where is that picture of Ken stomping wine from many years ago? If I recall his nipples might have been showing then!

Heard a stat yesterday, of the 3 leagues (NHL, MLB, NBA) with more than 1400 series played, that was the first 7-game series were the road teams won all the games.

Got up early to watch the game, surprised how much of the play was in the NZ and. I expected a much closer game. I am still expecting this game to be the actually final. Will be surprised if Wales or SA are even close to Eng.

How are they going to know if you bring CUC bring into the country? Not supposed to take CUC out of the country In the first place.

I have 11 Tampa's and 5 Czar's left!

Easy decision! Spend my money on small ring gauge and cheaper cigars.

Well done! Thanks for posting the review

FOHqnHorse

The info Rob posted is 38 ring gauge.

Man this is a tough one as they both smoke cigars. Would love to sit out on a deck with both of them smoking. There would be a lot of laughing!

Either did I until I noticed on CCW that they sre being released in jar of 20 for the duty free and travel retail. Whether they see the light of day in 2019 is debatable.

Same with the rerelease of the H Upmann Mag 56.

It a Habanos Specialists release

Not regular production.

Some of us can relate to this! My Colonoscopy” ~ By Dave Barry I called my friend, Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis. Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manor. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said because my brain was shrieking, HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND! I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called "MoviPrep" which comes in box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss Movi Prep in detail later, for now, suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall in the hands of America's enemies. I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one liter plastic jug, then you fill it with luke warm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon. The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose watery bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof you may experience contact with the ground. MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be graphic, here, but have you ever seen the space shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seatbelt. You spent several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet. After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife took me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I have been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?" How do you apologized to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough. At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked. Then a nurse named Edie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Edie was very good and I was already lying down. Edie, also told me that some people put vodka in their MovePrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house down. When everything was ready, Edie wheeled me into the procedure room where Andy was waiting with the nurse and an anesthesiologist I did not see the 17,000 foot tube but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere, I was nervous, seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist begin hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and the song was "Dancing Queen" by Abba, I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, "Dancing Queen" has to be the least appropriate. "You want me to turn it up" said Andy, from somewhere behind me. "Ha ha," I said. And then it was time, the moment I have been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like. I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling "Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine," and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that it was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ. The author is a Pulitzer Prize winning humorist columnist for the Miami Herald.

Happy Birthday!

Honey Ryder, Pussy Galore, Tatiana Romanova, Plenty O'Toole, Mary Goodnight, Holly Goodhead, Octopussy, Pola Ivanova, Xenia Onatopp, Paris Carver, Christmas Jones, Molly Warmflash, Jinx, Strawberry Fields or Jar Jar Binks I know who I want to watch!

Bond! James Bond! Would sit down to watch James before any Star Wars film any day.

Go to Cuba they are $150 there.

ah the infamous glass-top box, did you get them in Mexico? Definitely an aquarium!

In for another losing season!

Novels over comics any day!

As much as I don't like Trump, the 10% was in place way before Trump.

Had to go with Potter. Star Wars is the one good film and the same crappy story in every other film.