I am so glad I started reading this thread/section of the site. I hope you guys know I am in pain, serious, stomach-aching, cramping pain from laughing my ass off at these posts.
Anyone else would think this is pathetic (and we know it is), but I can relate to these stories so well, it just cracks me up what a loser I was with the nic-bitch.
One quicky - I had 'quit' chewing in H.S. at one point. Of course that means I just lied about it at the time. Woke up one morning to my Dad screaming "MY LUNGS ARE ON FIRE!!!" He was PISSED. I didn't know what happened so I hid until he left for work. When he was gone, I went in the bathroom and found the Dr. Pepper can he had just taken a big ol' swill from. Of course it was my spitter from the night before.
At the time, I thought "Who the hell takes a drink out of a D.P. can they find in the bathroom in the morning?" The answer to that one is, my Dad of course.
Now I think, "Who the hell crams nic-filled dirt-leaf crap in their mouth and spits brown shit into a can?"