Yeah, yeah, I know, Hey Bloofington, the Super Bowl was like, last Sunday, which means it might as well have been in 347 B.C. You know the minute the Super Bowl is over, it's Ancient History!! Yes, yes, I know, but I wasn't here then, and I do have blond hair. Well, what's that got to do with the price of NFL Jerseys, you ask?
Well, it's because I AM . . .
The Great Dumboni!!!
And there is no other.
And just what is the proof of that? Well, two pieces of concrete evidence, besides the blond hair. Okay, okay, so there's a lot of snow on the roof, and my left sideburn is practically all white, but at last count, I still had 23 blond strands up top. And you know the old saying, "like hair, like brains."
(i) It takes me an hour and a half to watch 60 Minutes;
(ii) it took me at least 15 years to figure out that instead of trying to make extra holes in my 34 belts, that I should just buy size 32 belts, YES IT DID!!! Have you ever tried to make a hole in a belt WITHOUT the proper equipment?
Okay, so here I am, The Great Dumboni, telling you about my cigar for Super Bowl XXXVIII, which was played about 2,351 years ago. It was a Cupido Churchill sent to me a while back by a friend. The specific flavor profile kind of escapes me, but it was definitely earthy with a nice sweetness balanced by a healthy spiciness and possessing a medium body, rich tasting, but not the overpowering kick that feels like Earnie Shavers just clocked me with that sneaky, powerful overhand right of his. 1 hour and 17 minutes, just right for a Churchill. The Cupido line tends to be a bit pricey, not like the Padron Anniversario or Opus X line, but we're not talking three dollar cigars here. And now that I've covered my Super Bowl cigar, . . .
The Super Bowl gave way to the beginning of the season in my favorite sport, track and field, which will mean many occasions to enjoy fine cigars whilst I await the start of the next NFL season, and track and field's going to be verrrrrryyyyyy interessstinnngggg this year folks. A DRUG SCANDAL and an OLYMPIC YEAR all in one!!! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that could make for some very contemplative moments and those are some of the best times to have a fhine, fhine, pttttttttttttemium cigahhhhhhhhh.
See you when this train stops in Stogieville.
Well, it's because I AM . . .
The Great Dumboni!!!
And there is no other.
And just what is the proof of that? Well, two pieces of concrete evidence, besides the blond hair. Okay, okay, so there's a lot of snow on the roof, and my left sideburn is practically all white, but at last count, I still had 23 blond strands up top. And you know the old saying, "like hair, like brains."
(i) It takes me an hour and a half to watch 60 Minutes;
(ii) it took me at least 15 years to figure out that instead of trying to make extra holes in my 34 belts, that I should just buy size 32 belts, YES IT DID!!! Have you ever tried to make a hole in a belt WITHOUT the proper equipment?
Okay, so here I am, The Great Dumboni, telling you about my cigar for Super Bowl XXXVIII, which was played about 2,351 years ago. It was a Cupido Churchill sent to me a while back by a friend. The specific flavor profile kind of escapes me, but it was definitely earthy with a nice sweetness balanced by a healthy spiciness and possessing a medium body, rich tasting, but not the overpowering kick that feels like Earnie Shavers just clocked me with that sneaky, powerful overhand right of his. 1 hour and 17 minutes, just right for a Churchill. The Cupido line tends to be a bit pricey, not like the Padron Anniversario or Opus X line, but we're not talking three dollar cigars here. And now that I've covered my Super Bowl cigar, . . .
The Super Bowl gave way to the beginning of the season in my favorite sport, track and field, which will mean many occasions to enjoy fine cigars whilst I await the start of the next NFL season, and track and field's going to be verrrrrryyyyyy interessstinnngggg this year folks. A DRUG SCANDAL and an OLYMPIC YEAR all in one!!! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that could make for some very contemplative moments and those are some of the best times to have a fhine, fhine, pttttttttttttemium cigahhhhhhhhh.
See you when this train stops in Stogieville.