There I was sitting on the porch, minding my own damn business, smoking a joint. Feeling a little let down even. It's 4/22 and I still hadn't seen any beans in the mail. Then from over the horizon I see my fat little gun running postal carrier...and he's driving down the driveway to the house. Shit !
I do my best exhale, brush the ashes off of my shirt and walk barefooted through the rain to meet him in the driveway. No way I wanted him up on the porch in the high stratus clouds that were floating around. He might be a gun running turd, but that doesn't mean I trust him. :smoking:
The fat man looked like Santa with boxes stacked up for me. Stuff I had forgotten I had ordered even. A quick "Thanks Dude" and into the house I went. Almost falling backwards off the steps as Roscoe tried to beat me to the door...damn mutt.
I plop the boxes on the table...they fall all over of course. As I pick up what hit the floor I see a parcel with the return address of MG !
I can't help myself, I tear into it. Shit ! Again I'm picking things off the floor. Clumsy oaf. There they are...my precious. My four packs of Artisanal beans.
I'm grinning like a fat kid with cake. I continue to the rest of the parcel, anxious to see what kind of a freebies I scored......nothing !
A decal and some literature. Okay so now I am looking like that same fat kid, and he just dropped his cake in the dirt, but at least he got to eat most of it.
Oh well, at least I have something that none of my friends locally will have. I lay the packs out to take a photo. Being OCD I tried to move the plastic containers to the same place in each envelope so they will store neater. That's when I noticed that one of them felt different. Sure as cat shit stinks there were my freebies.
Skyrone Stomper.
Back to being a fat kid with cake....double portions even.
Thanks Mitch
@mephisto, and the rest of the crew at MG. I can't wait until I have room in my tent.