
Mr. boy Martin, Mr. Austin, Members of Social Cigar:
Today, July 3rd, 2008 -- a date which will live in infamy -- the Mailbox of Saint Jimbob of the Apokalypse was suddenly and deliberately attacked by cigar and postal forces of the Empire of Peter.
Saint Jimbob of the Apokalypse was at peace with that member and, at the solicitation of Peter, was still in conversation with its government and its emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in Social Cigar.
It will be recorded that the distance of Nebraska from Tennessee makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even a week ago. During the intervening time, Peter has deliberately sought to deceive Saint Jimbob of the Apokalypse by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.
The attack today on the Mailbox of the Apokalypse has caused severe cramping to St. Jimbob’s cigar storage. I regret to tell you that very many of Saint Jimbob’s cigars have been shuffled. In addition, Jimbob’s smaller humidors have been reported torpedoed in this incident.
(my apologies to FDR)
There must be something in the water here at Social Cigar, as Peter’s caught the fever, and I’m not talking about cowbell. Peter was the latest winner of my little anagram contest, and I sent the duly won prize cigars.
Peter, being the nice soul he must be, offered to send me a Camacho Triple Maduro, since he had known that I had not smoked one yet. Sure, I accepted the offer, why not? Only Peter didn’t just send a Triple Maduro..
He sent a passel of 11 cigars, which included the Triple Maduro, a La Aurora 1495, a 601 Blue, a Gurkha Black Puro, and other fine cigars.
In other words,
Peter has lost his bloody mind.
Seriously, (bowing) Peter, you Da Man! Mercy Buckets, Moochas Grassy Ass, and every other form of thanks.