Smokin’ in the Boys Room ?

Welcome to the world of the beyond weird.

Wait, what? Those are not book bags and school supplies. Those look like cigars.

2nd Annual Back to School BookBag & School Supplies Drive

Public Event by Beck and Becky LLC

Savage-Guilford

Wednesday, August 5, 5 - 9 PM

When you want to show people you’re community-minded but really want to promote your cigar business…

Yikes.

CIGAR LOVE, big and little, it's a Lifestyle brand... #unisexsmoke #couplesmoke #singlesmoke #sexystick. We are a lifestyle brand that intensely focuses on providing a premium cigar and accessory experience to each client.

This started out being a weird photo that made me laugh. Now it’s giving me The Ick. Big surprise, the flier they’ve posted for this event on their own Facebook page is unadulterated AI slop.

But, wait. There’s more!

We will be supporting students in gorgeous Prince George’s County, and Washington, DC!! We will also have limited Back to School care packages for teachers, more to come!!

Location: OTI Patio - 14745 Main St, Upper Marlboro, MD 20772

I do not know how we got here but I do know that Upper Marlboro is not located in Savage Guilford. And now I’m wondering what exactly these cigar promoter folks are really smoking…

Sorry for the detour. It was unintentional. But, since we are here, does anyone know the status of Council Bill 48 2026?

And, remember, when you are buying school supplies, cigars are not on the list.

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