Oh my God, Big Dave, the empty cope can and the chip bag were staples for me when I dipping in the car. Amazing how often I did that even though both ended up in a disgusting mess. How many of you guys would find yourself swerving back and forth while driving, trying desperately to find something, anything, on the car floor to spit into?
Talk about disrespecting the wife - whenever I slipped a chew into my mouth in the living room, I used the potted plants as spittoons. I'd even crumble up my chew in the soil when I was finished.
God, what an asshole. I should take her Hawaii with all the money I'm saving by not dipping.
