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Originally Posted by Morpheus
When I was 10 or so my friend and I were lounging about on the porch eating "push ups", you know, those orange sherbet ice creams in the cardboard tube with the plastic disc and handle. I remember finishing my push up and daydreaming about building a toy car from the plastic parts when my friend produced a can of Skoal bandits, which were conveniently packaged pinches of snuff inside a fine mesh bag so that the snuff didn't get all your mouth.
We both placed one "between the cheek and gums" and started on the 5-6 block walk to soccer practice at a local elementary school, spitting every other step whether we needed to or not. About halfway there I began to feel dizzy and discarded my "dip". My friend was able to hold his for maybe a few more strides, but then he was done too.
First on the agenda at soccer practice-LAPS! We both completed two laps and came back to take a knee. By now the field was spinning. I don't remember feeling sick, but soon enough my friend and I were on our hands and knees with a good square yard of orange foam between us!
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LOL...I had a similar experience when I was about 13. I had tried my very first dip of Skoal...lil pinch tween the cheek & gum, just like ya said. Well I must've swallowed some of the juice, cuz minutes later I was on hands and knees, tossin up my lunch. Standin near by was a friend who was clearly enjoyin the spectacle...he goes "oh man, you ate the corn"?...(from the school lunch). My old man heard this this and laughed till tears rolled down his face...and he ribbed me about it till his dyin day. Isnt it strange how such a bad experience did absolutely
nothin to discourage me from takin up the chaw? And the same with cigarettes...first time I smoked one and actually inhaled I felt like I was gonna die. But soon I was smokin a pack a day! Go figure.