At this point, I'm down to the final crumbs of my Stonehaven Stash...except for 1 aged bag Harris gave me for my birthday. And although I enjoy a variety of other fine flake tobaccos, my wife Greta turns up her nose at the thought of anything but Stonehaven.
To prepare for this ultimate competition between me and all the other Stonehaven Snagging fiends out there, I upgraded my internet to business class (I figure that will shave 10 seconds off the notification and buying process). I signed up for email notifications at 7 retailers...and the notifications go into my phone as text messages with a alarm signal like the old submarines used to have when they were forced into an emergency dive by Japanese bombers.
My credit card numbers are tattooed on the inside of my forearm to eliminate fumbling at a critical moment during ordering...
I can almost smell the faint whiff of Stonehaven rapidly approaching our rocky shore.....and I'm ready!
To prepare for this ultimate competition between me and all the other Stonehaven Snagging fiends out there, I upgraded my internet to business class (I figure that will shave 10 seconds off the notification and buying process). I signed up for email notifications at 7 retailers...and the notifications go into my phone as text messages with a alarm signal like the old submarines used to have when they were forced into an emergency dive by Japanese bombers.
My credit card numbers are tattooed on the inside of my forearm to eliminate fumbling at a critical moment during ordering...
I can almost smell the faint whiff of Stonehaven rapidly approaching our rocky shore.....and I'm ready!