M5farm
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Judge Sharpe reminded me of a little story. Although it led to addiction I will share it. Kids don't try this at home.
My earliest recollection of my Big Daddy was his overalls and the front pocket full of swisher cigars. I remember him smoking but mainly chewed them. My mawmaw smoked kool cigarettes. As I got older I would sneak a cigar and a cigarette to smoke when I was left alone to clean out the farrowing house. When I was about 15 someone had a can of skoal at baseball practice it made me drunk as a skunk. I thought it would be cool to chew tobacco cause all the ball players did it. One day coming home from practice I had my ride stop at the store and I bought a plug of bull of the woods. (I don't know why I picked it)
I bit me a chew off and got me a spit cup and we headed home. I was grown in my eyes. When I got home I went under the barn to help my dad do something and he noticed me spit. Which was about every 2 seconds. He inquired as to what I had in my mouth . I proudly told him chewing tobacco. I pulled out the plug and he asked to see it. He then unwrapped it and told me to put it all in my mouth. As I did what I was told he took off his belt and said I was to swallow my spit and if I spit he would hit me with the belt. Me being a man I just knew I would show him and swallowed every drop of juice. As I chewed it seemed as if the plug was swelling so I decided to just hold it in my jaw until he would give up and go inside. I don't know if you know this or not but a plug of baccer with produce about 10 gallons of spit. I kept swallowing. All of a sudden I started sweating and just knew I was a light shade of green. I don't know if you know that 10gallons of spit will produce 20 gallons of vomit. I puked and puked and all I remember is my dad going in the house. I figured he had made his point and after I finished puking I went in and he explained to me what I was and wasn't gonna do. I still hadn't overed the baccer but my rearend took my mind off of it. I learned a lesson for about a week until at practice one day a guy had some Copenhagen and you could dip it and most folks wouldn't know everyone that tried it started puking but I guess I was immune. I just made sure dad never saw me with tobacco until I was really grown.
My earliest recollection of my Big Daddy was his overalls and the front pocket full of swisher cigars. I remember him smoking but mainly chewed them. My mawmaw smoked kool cigarettes. As I got older I would sneak a cigar and a cigarette to smoke when I was left alone to clean out the farrowing house. When I was about 15 someone had a can of skoal at baseball practice it made me drunk as a skunk. I thought it would be cool to chew tobacco cause all the ball players did it. One day coming home from practice I had my ride stop at the store and I bought a plug of bull of the woods. (I don't know why I picked it)
I bit me a chew off and got me a spit cup and we headed home. I was grown in my eyes. When I got home I went under the barn to help my dad do something and he noticed me spit. Which was about every 2 seconds. He inquired as to what I had in my mouth . I proudly told him chewing tobacco. I pulled out the plug and he asked to see it. He then unwrapped it and told me to put it all in my mouth. As I did what I was told he took off his belt and said I was to swallow my spit and if I spit he would hit me with the belt. Me being a man I just knew I would show him and swallowed every drop of juice. As I chewed it seemed as if the plug was swelling so I decided to just hold it in my jaw until he would give up and go inside. I don't know if you know this or not but a plug of baccer with produce about 10 gallons of spit. I kept swallowing. All of a sudden I started sweating and just knew I was a light shade of green. I don't know if you know that 10gallons of spit will produce 20 gallons of vomit. I puked and puked and all I remember is my dad going in the house. I figured he had made his point and after I finished puking I went in and he explained to me what I was and wasn't gonna do. I still hadn't overed the baccer but my rearend took my mind off of it. I learned a lesson for about a week until at practice one day a guy had some Copenhagen and you could dip it and most folks wouldn't know everyone that tried it started puking but I guess I was immune. I just made sure dad never saw me with tobacco until I was really grown.