309 days and counting........
I figured I would go back a read some of the things I had written and see what all has changed......WOW!!!!!
I think and know that this website is the very best and possibly the most life saving thing I have done for myself ever!!!
I look back and think, what the hell was I thinking wasting all that time and money on that crap that for some dumbass reason I thought I needed! Now I go into everyday thinking I kicked that ass! Nic's ass that is! I dont get in my car and think wow I only have enough grizzly to last til lunch time, then I will have to figure out how I will be able to get my chew and eat lunch in a half hour........
WOW WAS I A DUMBASS!!!
Now I get into my car and just enjoy the drive into work looking for deer instead of trying to make sure I dont miss my spit cup!
I also enjoy not having like 30 empty cans of shit rolling around in my car or how those spit cups always seemed to spill!
I dont miss having the sore mouth all the time especially early in the morning after a long night of chewing, that was always one of those times where I would put in a fatty and think, What the Hell is wrong with you??????
Anyway I am very proud to be associated with this website and always want to help those who are just getting started in thier quits!
Thanks to all the great awesome badass quiters I have met and those who I will meet!
Stay Strong, Focused, QUIT!!!!!
Reading this reminded me of another thing I'm not gonna miss. Last month I went to pack the tin and the cover wasn't probably secured, so of course the tin exploded open, and spilled dip all over my bedroom carpet. I then proceeded to first pack a lip from the dip off the ground, then save as much as I could, while getting pissed off that I now have to clean said carpet. Man fuck that I won't miss that at all.
Ok, since we are reminiscing. Take the above open tin snap misfortune and place yourself on a typical late night ninja mission with the wife and kid sleeping upstairs. Damn light carpet!
("what excuse do I have for firing up the vacuum at midnight .... Will she buy it.." "I think I can get it with my fingers")
Or the standard full spitter spill on the couch when u try to squeeze a quick one in when the wife runs out for some milk.
Ninja cleanups suck!
The stupid spots i put myself in
Hijacking threads is one of my new favorite things to do. :ph43r:
So, I was quite the talented dipper. Pretty amazing really. I used to ninja dip while seeing clients, doing surgery, or even at school functions....but, I was also able to place a nice gagger in while urinating. My aim is uncanny. Whilst peeing, I could open the can o cancer, insert appropriate sized 3 finger-gagger, rub fingers over open can to remove stray flecks, close lid, tap peepee 3 times, flush, and be on my merry way of addicted doucheville.
Once, however, unbeknownst to me, I opened the can o death over the tile not the terlet. Thereby dusting the surrounding tile with hundreds of wintergreen speckles. Within the hour I heard my OCD wife yelling for me to come to the bathroom.
I entered the bathroom to find my wife eye-level to the floor, wiping up the seeds of wintergreen with TP. She turns and gives me the "you're dipping again aren't you" look. Being the ever-quickminded-douchebag-addict, I quickly feigned consternation and began inspecting the "foreign" substance on the tile. Now, most of you know I am an emergency veterinarian (ERDVM), and being in the south, we see a shit ton of flea problems. So.....with my best doctor face on.....I looked my wife in the eye...and diagnosed the specks as "flea dirt". (Flea dirt is the laymens' term for flea feces. Found on pets and their bedding when there is a flea infestation). Yep, I say, I must have had it on my scrubs or something.
My wife began to scrub the floor furiously. She demanded that I take a shower, and, still to this day, makes me immediately take off my scrubs and shower when I get home.
Vadge (BTW nice job Buckeye Grizzly, proud to quit with you)
