chocolate humidor
the chocolate humidor is a male (or female) -n-l cavity used to keep tobacco products moist, most notably cigars. without an airtight humidor, cigars will lose moisture within 2 to 3 days and equalize to the general humidity around them. there’s nothing worse than a dry cigar, just ask bill clinton. during his administration, monica lewinsky helpfully moistened the president’s cigar by graciously inserting it into her v-g-n-. the chocolate humidor allows for men to keep their lady partner’s cigar moist despite their biological failure to possess commensurate genitalia. women are by no means excluded from using the chocolate humidor, in fact they can moisten cigars in twice the time.
steve asked brenda if she’d moisten his dry cigar, she refused. “i’d do it for you,” he said. brenda replied, “and how exactly would you do that? you don’t have a v-g-n-.” steve said, “i’ll put it in the chocolate humidor.”
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