I love Arturo Fuente. Not him personally but, you know.
Yeah, it should, but we don't live in Shouldland! Ah, Shouldland, where clean-cut kids cruise Shouldland Boulevard, and the Shouldland High football team gets their optimistic asses kicked by their crosstown rival, Reality Check Tech.
The girlfriend and I took a trip to the local Native Reserve to buy some rollie cigarettes: she buys about ten bags at a time (each bag runs for about $8.00 and contains about a carton in each) and I found a cigarette that was very unique: it was called "Ecstasy" - and before anyone gets any ideas as to what they are, they're a tobacco-less cigarette. Instead of tobacco, they have, among other ingredients, wild lettuce and catnip. Seriously. They smell and taste like weed, but don't have the same effect.
I, however, prefer cigarellos, and found a strong Wild Cherry flavour cigarello that I really enjoy, but I can't find them anywhere outside the Native Reserve.
Whoa. Remind me to never sleep with *you*. (You probably won't have to remind me.) Emiliana Torinni. I just have a mix. Ethereal electronicy stuff. And the girl's dead sexy. Honorable mentions for Air, Al Green and several forms of jazz.