The fascinating world of a middle aged American man.
I’m still working on my Christmas card…and longing for simpler times.
I can remember my brother and I, 12 and 10 at the time, saving up roughly ten dollars, walking to the corner store and buying my mom a carton of King-size Kents for the holiday.
Had a picture of Santa half way down the chimney with a cool smoke in his mouth on the box.
Well, to a smoker IT’S A KENT!
Speaking of Xmas:
This made my holidays. Thanks Rob
I miss Ronnie and irony very much.
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