QFT. Do you think maybe a lot of today’s cigar/wine/cognac connysewers started with beer and dope when they were younger? Or did your generation invent that shit?
I’m sure you appreciate having Squerlli around, so that you have someone you can tell to get a life.
Yeah, I gotta say I’ve really come to enjoy the flavor that comes from Nicaraguan smokes. I’ve had a couple of Padrons but not the Anniversarios, and I enjoyed them. However, I gotta say the Blue Label I had last night is the best cigar for the price I’ve come across. Six bucks a stick for a corona that draws this well and tastes this good is tough to beat.
Smoking a San Cristobal right now. All Nicaraguan with a dark, oily wrapper. If you haven’t had it, I highly recommend you try it.
They say imitation is the highest form of flattery.
And actually, don’t be mad at me, I had to be the one to bring it to you
You’ll be thrown into obscurity like in judo
Lo menudo, because you’re pseudo
But, rilly man. What the fuck? How is a binge eater like a person who smokes herb?
The closest thing to a weed connoisseur is a motherfucker like Collie Buddz. “Finally the herbs come around, the high grade that we once looked for, now we stock it by the pound”
“There is nothing like the sweet sweet sensi(millia)
The first time I took a draw was in elementary
The 50 dollar bag, we called that the half century”.
Now, if you don’t like to read things that rhyme, listen to the following. Here what the fuck I’m saying. There is nothing wrong with liking good food, but you don’t have to be a jackass about it. For example, beef patties are the most delicousest thing evar. I’ve had at least 5,000 so far, but while I can taste the goodness, the flavor, the multiple spices and so forth, there is no need to go yakking about on the internets and nitpicking and shit. Fuck that shit, bring on a couple more beef patties, because I possibly have the munchies like a motherfucker.
Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of heavy drinking, but I’m at the point where I’d rather enjoy a small amount of the good stuff than a large about of shitty stuff. I’ve done my fair share of pot and beer, and now I’d rather have a cigar and a double of scotch than bong rips and Bud Light.
Maybe I wasn’t being clear enough. What I did there was a seamless transition from sarcasm into non-sarcastic territory. I was agreeing with Squerlli. I also find so called connoiseurs to be pretentios, full of shit motherfuckers who would serve us better as fertilizer for the grower’s next crop. So we can sing the second verse of “finally the herbs come around” earlier.
Besides, anyone who calls himself a connoiseur is a bitch ass motherfucker whose life is apparently not interesting enough.
Life is too short for bad booze and bad cigars.
This, in and of itself,
is enough reason to mock you.
:XXjester:
I know exactly what you were doing. And you failed yet again. For some reason, you think you’re smooth. But in reality, you’re smooth like a Swisher Sweet. Sounds good but in reality, it’s pretty nasty shit.
Did you really try to do a rhyme with menudo?
This is an axiom I’ve been living by the last couple of years.
Right, because bong hits and bud light are definitely ridiculously immature and silly. And since you’re getting older, you must start enjoying the finer things in life. My word, you are so typically full of typical shit. Like why, motherfucker, why?
Check it. This is how I do that shit. Right, now, get yourself some of that good shit. What motherfuckers like to call sensi or high grade. Roll that shit up in whatever you like. Rizzla, blut wraps, what the fuck ever (motherfuckers have even use leaves from the bible, because the ones from the traditional scriptures are so thin and silky and whatnot). Anyway, wrap up, and blaze.
If you want, you can pull out some of that good shit. What the fuck you got in there? Possibly some delicious pilsner, some Kingston, perhaps (I fucking love that shit). Presidente? Imperial? What if you only have some guinness? Heinekin? No, fuck Heinekin, it tastes like garbage.
But if you have some sierra nevada summer, then I simply must have some of that shit.
See, and you wouldn’t even come off like an insufferable douchebag.
Fuck cigars.
Finally the herbs come around.
^^^ This post is the best post ^^^
Fuck swisher sweet. I don’t even know what the fuck that shit is, and I’m remarkably disinterested.
Did you really try to do a rhyme with menudo?
No, that was a quote from Talib Kweli.
1, 2, 3?
Mos Def and Talib Kweli?
They came to rock it onto the tip top?
Best alliance in hip hop?
Wai - ohhh oh.
Redefinition.
You clearly don’t know good music either. Perhaps you want to go pretentiously connoisseur some Rachmaninov or Dvorak, pretender.
Correction, ^^^ this post is the best post.
Could somebody please turn off the internet connection to Jamaica? The stupidity is escaping.
More like Vivaldi, or Handel loser. Or Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, Myles Davis, John Coltrane. Oh, I’m sorry, I listed more than one genre of music. Your brain must be close to overload at this point.:eatbaby:
The irony of you calling me a pretender is almost orgasmic in it’s intensity.
Please don’t feed the animals.
18 gramps, I’m 18.
Secondly, well… I personally wouldn’t call all of the ones I met text book connoisseurs but they bullshit like they were. Here’s the thing, my dad is big in the club scene here. Always organizing parties, weddings, birthdays, everything. He takes me with him to meet random club owners, event planners, DJ’s, everybody involved. Basically I’ve met real connoisseurs and just random idiots talking out of their ass about of alcohol/tobacco. They’re ALL assholes. I just couldn’t stand these fuckers. Since my dad is a bit of a trend whore and a border line alcoholic so if some is smoking or drinking then he has to.
Any try not to get so offended princess, you make it that much more obvious you probably are one of these douchebags with a cabinet filled with premium wines and foreign cigars. That’s great, I don’t really care. You can stay up all night dusting them off with a cloth and think about how “sophisticated” you are.
Turn off the internet connection to Jamaica? Dawg, are you fucking kidding?
Do you have any idea how silly that sounds?
More like Vivaldi, or Handel loser. Or Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, Myles Davis, John Coltrane. Oh, I’m sorry, I listed more than one genre of music. Your brain must be close to overload at this point.:eatbaby:
Right, because quoting Kweli, then Collie Budz and then referencing romantic composers in the same post clearly shows beyond a resonable doubt that my tastes in music are limited. Keep fucking around, I might have to drop some Oreskaband on your bitch ass.
The irony of you calling me a pretender is almost orgasmic in it’s intensity.
That’s gay. Gay like, you used to fell trees with your mouth didn’t you?
The freelance ethnobotonists, former drug runners and other oddballs I’ve known all absolutely qualified as “weed connoisseur” from a variety of angles.
You’ve been hanging out with the wrong crowd.
Cannasseur.
It’s canna-sseur when you’re talkin about weed. And I most definetely qualify.
Don’t make me tell you fools again.
You fail at insults, but succeed in sounding like a weirdo.