A fine cigar is just like a woman!

Blessed be the man who invented smoking, the soother and comforter of a troubled spirit, allayer of angry passions, a comfort under loss of breakfast, and to the roamer of desolate places, the solitary wayfarer through life, serving for wife, children, and friends.

A fine cigar is just like a woman. If you don't light it up just right and suck on it with a certain frequency, it will go out on you.
Anonymous