Why I nearly missed my plane home.

Someone asked me to keep an eye out
for cigars at a 'good price' as I was in Havana.
So there I was, in a hotel room waiting for a man, who knew a man.

I knew I was cutting it fine timewise, getting to the airport.
I was getting a bit twitchy.
Then a man burst through the door. I nearly shat my pants.

He showed me these. I know nothing about cigars, but the man who
knew this man did. He said these were spanking. Fidel smoked em.

Well, I know they're bloody huge.
Monica would blanch.

So I bought 2 boxes.

Just made the bloody plane.