I got called for work yesterday at 6:30am. Things didn't go quite as smoothly as planned, so I didn't finish until this afternoon at 3:00, which meant I was awake just over 32 hours straight. This is not something I recommend, because your brain starts going all mooshy around 28 hours in. I was hallucinating that I was a magic dolphin at 30 hours. Once I hit 32 hours, my brain started shutting down, which made it difficult to drive a car. Or even walk to my car, for that matter.
Naturally, the lawn care service was blowing leaves and mowing grass when I got back to the guest house where I was staying, which made getting some sleep a bit difficult. Or at least I thought it would... at some point I passed out.
Five hours later when I woke up I decided I wanted sugar for dinner, so I went into town for dessert.
And that was pretty much my day.
EXCEPT... I did have a conversation with a woman this morning where I remembered to ask about the girl I saw who was using chewing tobacco yesterday. "When did the ladies start packin' dips?" I asked. "Haven't you heard about women's lib? Women are doing a lot of things men like to do." she replied. "But chewing tobacco? Ewwww!" I said. "Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it" she replied.
And so I went and bought me some long-cut, Wintergreen-flavored Copenhagen dips and found me a pretty red Solo cup to spit into. Then, after an hour of scouring YouTube for "how-to" videos, I was on my way...
Now I'm buzzing' like a fuckin' bitch! As promised...
Here's hoping I don't get lip cancer and have to get my face cut off.
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While we all like a long, cut man (Or is that long-cut? I always get confused on that.) for the love of all that is holy, don’t do it!
32 hours straight? Oh Dave, sometimes I don’t know how you manage to survive all the things you get put through.
It is actually disgusting!
“Buzzed like a fuckin’ bitch!”
Best. Line. Ever!
Ew. Ew. EW. I hung out with guys in high school who dipped. Never got the allure. Plus, spitting in public is disgusting, and spitting tobacco juice is doubly so.
Isn’t it true that chew is filled with tiny bits of fiberglass so it cuts your inner-lip skin so the tobacco gets into your system faster?
Nope. Urban legend.
Ha! I tried that in 9th grade and threw up a bunch.
Oh Dave. *sigh* EW.
I’ve dipped a few times (same Cope but I used a pop bottle) and I got wicked buzzy. Coughed the first couple of times. Its not something I would do often but it’s off the bucket list.
My wife’s brother chews/dips. I’ve never tried it. The punk rocker’s in high school (in the late 70’s) used to chew. They took metal shop to make mini spittoons to carry around with them on campus.
A couple years back, I took up snus. Used it for a good year or so. I admit to liking it at first. But then it became a habit.
http://www.banalleakage.com/2010/12/22/a-year-long-of-cheek-and-gum/