I had just received a package from a BOTL here and still had to rearrange
my humis to make room so I set some of them on the table still
in the bag. My work phone rang so I left the room for 10 minutes and
when I came out, there was one package laying on the floor
So I picked up my pace as I felt my BP skyrocket and when I got to the
scene of the crime I saw it. There lay piles of tobacco and my about to be
dead dog beating feet with tail between her legs.
Well I caught her and we had a 'round, drug her a$$ back to the scene
had another go 'round, and just to be sure she never lays paw on
another cigar, we went at it again.
Of course it was the best one that she tore to shreds. She only damaged
one end of another and since I was wondering what I was going
to smoke tonight, I lopped off the damaged 1/4 and went out to try to
calm down.
Man, my BP is still up there.