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if you are not in the US why would you choose anything but cuban cohibas?

if you are an american then its dominican cohibas.

not that those are brands but still.

I've heard that Cuban quality has gone downhill in recent years.

Autero Fuente Exquisitos, maduro wrap.

Just enough bite, a smaller cigar-you don't have to unhinge your jaw just to hold it in your mouth. $3.75ish.

...how about not smoking? We don't need more of that stench.

...how about not smoking? We don't need more of that stench.
That's the spirit!
Might I also add: If I could quit after 17 years of smoking, so could you!
;)

if you are not in the US why would you choose anything but cuban cohibas?

if you are an american then its dominican cohibas.

not that those are brands but still.

This. Cohibas are the way to go. Black Supremo.

Acid Kuba

Get some Swisher Sweets, they definately won't be the worst tobacco products you've ever had in your life, I promise.

Just go to the local cigar shop and tell the guy what you have in mind.

Factory Value Cigars from CVS. $7 for 21.

Taste:...let's just say they're not kidding when they say "tobacco and other ingredients...

That's the spirit!
Might I also add: If I could quit after 17 years of smoking, so could you!
;)

Death is my velleity. I could not care less if I lost half my life due to smoking.

Death is my velleity. I could not care less if I lost half my life due to smoking.

It isn't death you need to fear. It's not dying. See, instead of checking out early, here's what happens:

You have your first stroke around 39-42. Now you're fucked up. Your whole left side has no feeling, smiling is difficult because you really can't tell what the left side of your face is doing. You tend to get confused easily and sometimes you lose bladder control. You can't hold a job anymore except as a door greeter at Wal-mart. You're a financial and physical burden on your family. About 25 years of this bliss goes by before your second stroke really fucks you up. Now you can't speak much, can't think much, can't walk much. Most of your days are spent in a care facility eating jell-o and watching daytime television. SOmetimes on good days you manage to shamble out to the common room and play checkers with a volunteer for a while before you shit yourself. Around 75 you check out and they give a call to your family who has visited once in the last year.

Death is the least of your concerns. :)

It isn't death you need to fear. It's not dying. See, instead of checking out early, here's what happens:

You have your first stroke around 39-42. Now you're fucked up. Your whole left side has no feeling, smiling is difficult because you really can't tell what the left side of your face is doing. You tend to get confused easily and sometimes you lose bladder control. You can't hold a job anymore except as a door greeter at Wal-mart. You're a financial and physical burden on your family. About 25 years of this bliss goes by before your second stroke really fucks you up. Now you can't speak much, can't think much, can't walk much. Most of your days are spent in a care facility eating jell-o and watching daytime television. SOmetimes on good days you manage to shamble out to the common room and play checkers with a volunteer for a while before you shit yourself. Around 75 you check out and they give a call to your family who has visited once in the last year.

Death is the least of your concerns. :)

In the event of the above, I could simply shoot myself.

In the event of the above, I could simply shoot myself.

What if you survive that too? Now you have a huge hole in your head.

What if you survive that too? Now you have a huge hole in your head.

Which I hear wreaks havoc on your depth perception and hand-eye coordination.

If I may be so bold as to suggest a pie to the face instead, I will.

These are good, I guess.
http://www.cigar.com/cigars/viewcigar.asp?brand=528 (http://home1.gte.net/sublung/howto.html)

What if you survive that too? Now you have a huge hole in your head.

Allowing me to smoke multiple cigars. :D

Lawn Cigars.

It isn't death you need to fear. It's not dying. See, instead of checking out early, here's what happens:

You have your first stroke around 39-42. Now you're fucked up. Your whole left side has no feeling, smiling is difficult because you really can't tell what the left side of your face is doing. You tend to get confused easily and sometimes you lose bladder control. You can't hold a job anymore except as a door greeter at Wal-mart. You're a financial and physical burden on your family. About 25 years of this bliss goes by before your second stroke really fucks you up. Now you can't speak much, can't think much, can't walk much. Most of your days are spent in a care facility eating jell-o and watching daytime television. SOmetimes on good days you manage to shamble out to the common room and play checkers with a volunteer for a while before you shit yourself. Around 75 you check out and they give a call to your family who has visited once in the last year.

Death is the least of your concerns. :)

Meh. I've had strokes without any of that happening. And I'm neither overweight nor a smoker. It happens to everyone. Stroke rehab is a lot better nowadays than it once was, too, I hear. I'm not much for doctors myself, so I never found out personally.

What if you survive that too? Now you have a huge hole in your head.

...and you don't survive a deer slug passing through your brainstem, either. :p First thing I did after the first stroke was buy a 12ga. at a gun show (stupid idea - just buy retail).

Lawn Cigars.

Classy. :p

...how about not smoking? We don't need more of that stench.

I love the smell of cigar smoke.

Meh. I've had strokes without any of that happening. And I'm neither overweight nor a smoker. It happens to everyone. Stroke rehab is a lot better nowadays than it once was, too, I hear. I'm not much for doctors myself, so I never found out personally.



...and you don't survive a deer slug passing through your brainstem, either. :p First thing I did after the first stroke was buy a 12ga. at a gun show (stupid idea - just buy retail).

Well, different strokes for different folks I guess. :)

Well, different strokes for different folks I guess. :)

Indeed. :D

if you are not in the US why would you choose anything but cuban cohibas?

if you are an american then its dominican cohibas.

not that those are brands but still.

Ahh a woman that knows what's what. I personally think the Dominican's are just as good as the Cubans. Same plant stock but slightly different soil conditions.

It isn't death you need to fear. It's not dying. See, instead of checking out early, here's what happens:

You have your first stroke around 39-42. Now you're fucked up. Your whole left side has no feeling, smiling is difficult because you really can't tell what the left side of your face is doing. You tend to get confused easily and sometimes you lose bladder control. You can't hold a job anymore except as a door greeter at Wal-mart. You're a financial and physical burden on your family. About 25 years of this bliss goes by before your second stroke really fucks you up. Now you can't speak much, can't think much, can't walk much. Most of your days are spent in a care facility eating jell-o and watching daytime television. SOmetimes on good days you manage to shamble out to the common room and play checkers with a volunteer for a while before you shit yourself. Around 75 you check out and they give a call to your family who has visited once in the last year.

Death is the least of your concerns. :)


When the left side of the face goes limp due to a stroke there is only one solution. Make his face up like a clown. Always smiling no matter how many strokes!