Great! I'm glad they got there. The gal in the post office was trying to stay just over the line from asking me if they were sticks of dynamite or a bomb, or whatever, but I caught the inference and stupidly said,"No, they're just a couple expensive cigars", not thinking that maybe her spouse might be a cigar lover. Had they disappeared, she'd have been the first person I'd look at. Yuk, Yuk.

Anyway, all's well that ends well. Enjoy, my friend.

Marty

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Some expensive sour mash bourbon, an excellent handmade cigar, an exceptional woman....Life is good!
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Life is too short for bad cigars, Grasshopper
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