Taxes! Taxes! Taxes!Ā Dear goodness–the next thing you know,Ā the government will be taxing the air we breathe.
I can see it now: āOK, Mrs. Smith. Please step on to the scale. Good, very good, 185 pounds. Now, please breathe into this. Thank you– nice, very nice. OK, one last thing. Please run ten minutes on this treadmill. Thank you,ā Nurse Ratched would say.
This will be followed by–āOK, based upon our āhyperinflated-income-to-expenditure-to-the-consumption-amount-of-oxygen-formulaā supplied by the government, we have concluded that your āOfficial Oxygen Tax for 2013ā will be $5.00 a dayā, says the IRS Man, as you head out of the doctorās office door!
Enough with the taxes! Pay your own way, Nancy! So, in responseĀ to all the crazy taxes and government oversight, the boys at Blackcat Cigars have launched their own revolt in the form of the āTea Party Cigarā.
These revolutionary babies are a deep, dark Maduro that makeĀ a bold statement. Their lovely aroma combines with a delicate smoke. No need to flick that ash boys, sheās wrapped just right and tight!
A ā52 Ringā makes this bad boy thick and fat, just the way I likeĀ my ladies! The filler is a Honduran leaf and the binder is from the jungles of Nicaragua.
By Randy Tantlinger