HT7: Discrepancies
I was born to a cuban father, and a french mother," he stopped here, seeing the confused look on filius' face at the nationalities he had just named. "french and cuban. france and cuba, they're countries back on earth.
Befriending the friendless
It has been too long" i said as, puffing away gently on my fine cuban cigar, 'abdul' began running at a surprising pace.
Furry Tales from Liberty City Chapter 1: Descent Into Darkness
Between cuban drug lords and swarms of tourists enjoying the heat, the place was just too crowded and crazy for me. i tried to live with it though, i truly did.
Expedition: Once More
"wish i was, general... no finer smoke than a cuban." he chuckled. "toldja so." "yes, yes you did." sera agreed, heading back towards her seat as the pilots slipped passed to take their positions in the cockpit.
Dobies in a Dodge - A Bent Over Christmas Special
."** _ "this shit sounds like a cuban brothel," brock grunted, scratching his belly while drawing single-pawedly. i yawned, blinked to get the sleepiness out of my eyes and flicked my ears.
The Champion, Chapter 8 - Rest and Reunions (Part 2 of 2)
The staff has set up the long oak dining table out on the grass, along with our best chairs, and a selection of fresh cuban and honduran cigars, rolling papers, about a half-pound of our best pot, and a table lighter.
Ernie and Claude
Sam's a huge castilian bull, cuban born, massively built and gruff is the best way to describe him. he's got black hair, beard. hoof and tail tufts. what most striking is they all have a thick white stripe running down their centers.
The Way of the Pirate: Gold for Blood
"come," said the commodore with a laugh, rising to his feet as he paced the room, taking out a cuban cigar, offering it to the padre, and then cutting its ends when it was politely refused by a gesture.
Vision
Like this older gentleman who smoked way too many cuban cigars, dressed like a derelict, and had a mouthful of teeth that looked like they hadn't had an introduction to cleaning in years. "there's nothing to it." i dealt out a typical tarot spread.
Camp Lycaon
Was where their similarities ended: matt was white and skinny as a rail and had thin, shoulder-length black hair that always looked wet, with small gauge piercings in his ears and deep blue eyes; arnold was beefier but otherwise average and, thanks to his cuban-black
La Playa Secreta (The Secret Beach)
He asked as he lit himself a cuban cigar. "i'm here as an exchange student." "ah, i see. what are you going to do during your time here?" "hang out on the beach with my host family, i guess."
Claude and Vladimir part 3
I have to keep in mind that my cuban bull was once a poor calf living on the streets of havana scratching out a living until he discovered weight lifting. he was helped a lot by his first weight lifting coach.