Yeah…. I’m sure. Skip the roses on your next date and just put in a big old fatty dip. That’ll impress her.
This is a reprint from the forum board. I don’t get much tobacco contraband issues with our elementary kids. So I’m just taking a nostalgic walk back to 2006 and a little ranch tucked away in the foot hills of Georgia. -Launch
We caught one of our boys sneaking a dip of snuff in the rest room the other night. Immediately he spit out what he had and went directly to the family couch and had a seat (He is familiar with the drill) while we tossed his room.
We found a can in his room and finished up the search. We then went into my office to have a talk and discuss the ramifications of this new discovery. A few minutes into our discussion, I noticed he was becoming very uncomfortable. Since this was not exactly the first time we had this little talk I figured something was going on. I then saw him swallow VERY hard. I knew then he had another dip in.
Instead of making him spit it out, I decided to have a little fun. I figured he had either a lot of courage to try and sneak a dip into my office or he just plum lost his mind. I started asking him how he was feeling and trying to get him to talk (Every question I asked caused him to swallow more tobacco juice in order to answer).
After about ten minutes I noticed he was sweating and not looking very well. I then proceeded to go into how great men can overcome obstacles, the history of tobacco which somehow led into Valentines Day (?) and Nazi occupied France. This was a good twenty minute roll. By this time he was wiping tears out of his eyes. He finally lost it when I grabbed my bible and asked him if he knew what Proverbs had to say on our discussion. He jumped for the trash can coughing and gagging. He apologized, confessed and told me he had a dip in, and swore never to touch the stuff again (Which I doubt).
Needless to say my yard should be looking good by the time he gets done raking next week. He is also very confused about France now. -Launch