Chickie Poo was in town last night, so I didn’t have time to write. I will make a lengthier and immature post this evening, but in the meantime, ask yourself the following question.
Have you ever been out of chewing tobacco, too tired to drive and get a new can, “re-dipped” by pulling a blob from the previous night’s spit cup, put the dip into your mouth, instantaneously realize that you also pissed into the same cup, and ran to the bathroom to rinse and spit repeatedly?
Me neither.
I have been informed that M&%#/Middle of the Road/Lin Elliot wants to fight me because of my conservative stance on things like Iraq. I always find it interesting that anti-war people resort to violence to make their point.
How could you tell the difference in taste between the chew and the piss?
Great question, Leo. The distinction was not in the taste, but rather the moistness.
Did you pull a Ted Stroehmann before Chickie Poo showed up?
Great question, Dave. I pull it every day.