There’s a force in this universe that men cannot deny themselves. It is so mysterious and powerful that one moment it warms the cockles of your heart, then in the next instant it can tear out your very soul. Gentlemen, you know it simply as… The Cleavage.
Cigar reviews are what many of you have been asking me for since Planet Z was formed. But as you know, reviews are highly subjective and the mood and condition you smoke them under does affect the way you feel about a smoke. I’ve decided to bring in some guest reviewers, people I know and trust will give the readers an honest feel for a cigar and what it delivers. Read the full story
As my son has just hit 14 year’s of age – on his way to earning his Mancard – I’ve noticed his interest in girls getting more and more obvious. Each morning before school he hoses himself down with AXE body spray, and when mixed with Fritos for lunch it makes for an interesting middle-school aphrodisiac. Plus he’s doing a lot of Myspace messaging back and forth with the young ladies, which I say, “kudos little dude.”
If you’re a real guy, a sports fan, and especially if you love baseball, you of course know the man who is considered one of the greatest catchers the game has ever known, the incomparable Yogi Berra. He’s the lovable guy whose world famous “Yogi-isms” make you both laugh and scratch your head at the same time. (”I never said half the things I really said…It’s tough making predictions, especially about the future…Always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to yours.” – freakin’ classics, every one of them.)
As I read today’s Associated Press article on the devastating effects of the State Children’s Health insurance bill, I had to give my two cents because everyone in the cigar industry is financially affected by it, including yours truly. Read the full story
Remember in the movie the jerk when Steve Martin’s character stated jumping around like a loon while yelling “The NEW PHONE BOOK’S HERE! The NEW PHONE BOOK’S HERE?!” Well, that’s how I get when the new issue of Cigar Magazine hits the stands! Read the full story
When I was growing up I always loved cartoons and kids shows – Bugs, Daffy, Tweetie, Tom & Jerry, Woody, Popeye, and the Roadrunner. Little did I realize, that great stuff was from the 1940’s and the 50’s. Who cared, it was on Saturday mornings and I didn’t go out until they were done airing at around noon. My brother and I would pour ourselves a big ol’ bowl Cocoa Puffs or Frosted Flakes (Which were called Sugar
