I come on this site at times when i'm craving or thinking about dip. As a quitter, that probably shouldn't happen anymore, i should be so super stinkin quit that i never crave... well that's probably bullshit and if it isn't, that's just not me. So anyway, i come to the site for wisdom from others who are wearing these same shitty shoes.
Tonight I'm using the family computer, on which no porn is conjured by my fingertips, and I noticed on the desktop a really sweet picture of my wife and i from two winters ago. I'm dipping and she doesn't know it. It may be a pouch, which i used for super-ninja days, or just a tiny one. How sad that i used to plan what kind of dip to buy based on who where what how.
Anyway sometimes when i'm on here and i'm craving, i may or may not find something to make me smile. when my tongue hurts and i'm worried about cancer, i'm not sure if reading anything will help, so i think of crazy ass shit to write. I have never actually shoved anything up my own ass, that's really just a joke and/or fantasy, i haven't decided if that's something i would enjoy. But i will write about it, post roll with it, tell jokes about it, whatever, because that's 30 more seconds that i'm not thinking about dip and it usually works in changing thought pattern.
Now that's a catch 22 isn't it... ya come on the site to stop thinking about dip but read lots of stories about dipping. well why come on here at all then you say? cuz my addict ass is thinking about dip anyway, so why not be reminded about why it's shitty and how awesome it is to be in control again!!!
Anyway, those are my thoughts, i'm gonna go see if my wife will shove a shampoo bottle up my ass and push it in and out at a medium pace.