Today I got home from work and a strange smell was emanating from the moment I opened the door. I came inside with my dogs to find my girlfriend in a singed heap on the floor. Hair smoking and one eye barely open she warns me not to get my mail off the table. Too late, I grab a mysterious yet nondescript envelope and am thrown into the wall. When I come to there is a scorched envelope in my burnt hand. The dogs are all dazed and cowering in a dark corner, just out of the blast zone. I can just barely make out the return address. Jim (Freestoke), from New York has lobbed a half ton...err...ounce warhead at me. The stenciled letters on the wreckage are hard to decipher, but appear to say "1Q".
But seriously, thank you so much Jim. That was not only very generous, but also timely. You see my first PAD/TAD online order is about 10 days away and I only have about 2 bowls of CBW left. Tonight is date night, but when I return I thoroughly look forward to drying a pinch and sampling a bowl of this very popular aro. Thanks again Jim! I can't think of a better way to make a new guy feel welcome in a new community. I hope you all have a great evening. And Jim, remember...now I know where you live.