The legendary Val Prieto doesn't need any intro--he's the man, after all, who forced Steve Graham to put a mojo'd pig in a China box and call it barbecue even though it isn't Carolina style--but perhaps I need to say hello. I'm Chap, and until I went to my current job (and went dark because of it) I was hanging out at Chapomatic and causing low level insurrection over on the Navy side. Right now I'm deployed somewhere and doing something if you know what I mean. By the way, Val, I've seen guys buy cigars at Cuban Crafters and like them, but around here they tend to buy their Esteli smokes through Cigars International because SondraK told us to contribute to CI's donation drive for active duty guys. It's all to your benefit since if the tobacco kills us quicker you pay less taxes paying our retirement and health care later on. Me, I'd prefer a Karuizawa or maybe an ancient Springbank but at the moment the closest I can get is probably Moussy, which tastes like a can of malt extract reluctantly mixed with soda water. In a pickle bucket.
Why am I here? Well, we .mil types like to help each other out.
Okay, I'm totally here because the Air Force commissaries are better.
No idea just yet how to please Baldi's audience yet (I can't read this so there goes my trump card), but I'm tying on my tap shoes so we'll see what happens. In the meantime, might as well strain the analogy by introducing folks to the righteous anger about diversity versus equality stoked every Thursday over at Commander Salamander's place, maybe noting that we're mixing amongst the genders and some don't like that idea much. In any case, I'm sure my experience with our host will be better than it would be here. Nice to meet y'all!
