The Universe is telling me to throw away my cigar
The snub end of a very good cigar is left staring me in the face. Do I smoke it? Do I throw it away. I'll smoke it! Waste not, want not.
I stick the match between the rough strip (I'm not a professional smoker, I don't know all the lingo) and the top of the matchbookand pull once. Nothing. I pull twice. Nothing. Third time is a charm and I get a flame...I also get a rocket propelled piece of match head flaming towards my eye!
Reflexes are good, so I only get cinged above my eyebrow. Should I throw away the cigar? Nah!
Puffing away on this motherfucker, someone im's me. I put the stogie down and type to my friend. Ah what a relaxing night. I pick up my lovely cigar and placed it in my mouth. It felt hotter than normal and I realized I put the fucking thing in my mouth backwards! Amazingly I didn't burn my mouth...too badly. And I realized something. The universe was telling me to throw out my cigar. And I did...and then lit up the next one.
The snub end of a very good cigar is left staring me in the face. Do I smoke it? Do I throw it away. I'll smoke it! Waste not, want not.
I stick the match between the rough strip (I'm not a professional smoker, I don't know all the lingo) and the top of the matchbookand pull once. Nothing. I pull twice. Nothing. Third time is a charm and I get a flame...I also get a rocket propelled piece of match head flaming towards my eye!
Reflexes are good, so I only get cinged above my eyebrow. Should I throw away the cigar? Nah!
Puffing away on this motherfucker, someone im's me. I put the stogie down and type to my friend. Ah what a relaxing night. I pick up my lovely cigar and placed it in my mouth. It felt hotter than normal and I realized I put the fucking thing in my mouth backwards! Amazingly I didn't burn my mouth...too badly. And I realized something. The universe was telling me to throw out my cigar. And I did...and then lit up the next one.