The Cigar Jones Bloghouse

A local golf pro (who shall remain nameless) stopped in yesterday in a flop (pun intended) sweat. It seems those boxes of fancy cigars he ordered over the Internet had yet to arrive and his tournament started in two hours. What's a guy to do? Pay retail, of course (pun also intended). Many hundreds of dollars (and a few free rounds of golf) later, he left more relieved than finding a place to pee when you're squuezing in a round on Ladies Day. Another satisfied customer!