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Last night I came home and saw that my Cuban cigar was missing from my now unused ashtray and the following conversation ensued with my Signif Other (if anyone still uses that silly description):

ME: Where's my Cuban?

SO: Your what?

ME: My Cuban cigar.

SO: I don't know where was it?

ME: In the ashtray.

SO: OH that. I thought it was a cat turd. I threw it out.

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