After an perfect boyz evening at a friend's garage mothballing our Harleys for the winter, murdering our liver with packs of ice-cold beer and classic rock music, the usual high-level philosophical toughts arose towards the morning. A quote from missed M. George Burns carried the day:
Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman - or... a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.
And you, what's your favorite wrapper?



