I've loved cigar boxes since I can remember. My grandpa used to smoke White Owls, and I would get the boxes. This box came from my father in law yesterday, no, not full, but full enough for how much I smoke 'em. A clue to how he got them on the bottom.
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How'd he gett'em. Come on now! I'm not a friggin' "Hardy Boy!" How'd he get'em? Huh?
Also, when can I come and visit? Spring? Will you be nice to me?
Via the Middle East.
I made the last guy that came out from Nebraska want to toss his cookies.
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