RevSmoke brought a couple of Bolivar coronas that we let die a slow death on Saturday night, bowling. Great cigars, just a single beetle hole in each near the foot, but they must of did the trick. We swept the other team, Todd was toying with another 600 until he started thinking too much.
Then he starts telling me all the little nuances he's picking up (I never get a sense of that kinda stuff) like a hint of pecan. I told him for all I know, it could be a hint of beetle dung. We laughed, we cried, we kicked butt.
