av8rmike: Pumpkin barfing seeds (barf)
av8rmike ([personal profile] av8rmike) wrote2007-07-31 09:19 am
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This week's gross-out

What kind of person, in this day and age, still uses chewing tobacco? Other than the inbred hillbillies, I guess.

[identity profile] bristlesage.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
My dad did up until a year or so ago. More of a redneck than a hillbilly.

[identity profile] bibliocat.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not hanging out in the right places. Rural Baltimore County, Harford County - lots of chaw users. I think it's disgusting.

[identity profile] av8rmike.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I covered them in the second sentence. ;)

[identity profile] sheepi83.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
One of my former coworkers uses chew. He would even be "chewing" while we were driving patients from place to place and one time he brought in his spit bottle to the patients room while we transporting and I nearly urfed.

[identity profile] av8rmike.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
That's gotta be a violation of some kind of code.

[identity profile] scout1222.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
The guy across the hall at work does. And he's a Senior Manager of Something Or Other. I think it's disgusting.

[identity profile] fairychatmom.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
My branch head is a civil engineer, specializing in water systems, a former Army officer, and a great boss, except for the starbucks cup that he spits into - constantly. I love him to death, but I hate going to his office to talk with him.

ick.

[identity profile] tidesong.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
...ew! Did you see someone using it? Or worse, spitting it??

[identity profile] danceswithcats1.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
I know a bunch of guys in the trades who use chew because they're on jobsites where smoking is forbidden.

As for me, I tried it once, because there was a cool looking corduroy baseball cap you could get for three can wrappers plus S&H. It was a minty something, and I smoked menthol cigs at the time. I began to drool as if afflicted with rabies, and had produced several gallons of spit after traveling only a few blocks from the Quick-e-mart.

Screw that baseball cap.