Ok very sad situation I put myself in this past party we had a bunch of people over to celebrate and I'm talking 30 to 40, most guys I work with my home poker guys as well, only 1 in the whole bunch of people even smokes cigars. We hosted the party and poker games in our heated barn so I only had about 20 cigars in the barn from the humi in the house. I was doing pretty good just drinking from the keg while playing poker, but then the liquor came out and my stupid self after I had already smoked 2 or 3 cigars and handed out most of the everyday smokes I had taken to the party, somewhere in my happy drunk stage decided to take a few guys ( about 10) and show off my tower and my collection, and begin to pass out some of my luxury smokes ( opus, Johnny O, pig, my father) u get the point, and while wife was happy for me to get rid of some, I on the other hand woke up the next morning only to find most of the luxury smokes only a 1/4 to half smoked and thrown in the ground, what a sick feeling. Needles to say this years party, the humi will b locked and key will be hidden from me by the wife. Alcohol and cigars don't mix, lol. Anyways glad u shared your story and even happier u found your missing humi.
Good story! Humans are a funny bunch. How they like to take pleasure in another man's misfortune. Very entertaining read... and a good idea for a contest.
Well a few years back at our annual "Man trip" we headed to Colorado. While in Gunnison we were staying a a buddy of mines uber rich uncles house on the river and across from the golf course. So for our visit he buys a very expensive Sotar guide boat to take us down the Gunnison river.(Knowing all along he has never guided a boat let along a giant raft before) So Cool we thought!! So both of us plus his uncle loaded up the cooler packed full of beers, ultra lights and a handle of Jack.
A week earlier I was so excited to go, and equally excited about my buddy getting into cigars so I pick us up both Padron 80 year sticks. I protected them on the way out like they were the hope diamond, carrying them with me on the plane and my small box and the others in my carry on.
Back on the river, I'm in the front buddy in back uncle in the middle steering facing the rear of the raft.
So as we fish and drink, I reach in my bag and get the little legends. I start telling him how cherished these are, the history etc. He says "cool bro" ,[ I'm like cool, these damn things were outrageous!] Anyway, he lights up I then light up, hammered of course..I just get it drawing and I hear my buddy choaking and coughing and he says "*** this thing is rough." Aghast and hammered I said, bro it's an 80 year Padron!! He arches his arm back and starts to....
"LEFT SIDE!!!!!!!" his uncle yells.
Hurriedly I look left being in the front but looking towards the back and then was catapulted into the air end over end into the river.[ Being smashed I actually didn't panic I just threw my feet foward and swam over to a calm bank.] "Well come back for you The drunk uncle guide said!!
I utter "Port side ass hole"
My rod was gone, crap all in the river, still clutched in my right hand was a smashed and soaken wet Padron 1926.
To this day I have never smoked one but for that one faithful draw before the NDE (near death experience).
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