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I was just thinking about my old addict behavior. I will always be an addict but this behavior will be gone from my life: 

 

1. I used to only wear cargo shorts whenever I "had to go somewhere in a non-friendly dipping environment" because I could store a can in the right lower pocket and cram a handful of fast food napkins on the outer side of the can to hide the round indentation protruding from my shorts.

2. I would only buy the 16 oz aluminum bottled beer (unless it was Sam Adams Octoberfest season) because they were the perfect camouflaged spitter and were spill proof. I used to use aluminum cans but it became a chore to dump out the 2-3 full spitters in the toilet every night, plus the aluminum bottles were reusable. No sense in pouring a new pop or beer in the sink just to use the can.

3. I became aware that I don't really square myself up with people when I'm talking face to face with them. I would always be talking and kind of looking to the side or down from them so the air of my exhaled speech would not hit them in the face.  

4. I visit the dentist 3 times a year even though my insurance only pays for twice a year cleanings. I don't know how much cash out of pocket I've spent at the dentist over the years.  

5. Hiding in the garage/basement for an hour after dinner is definitely something I can't wait to make amends of.  It's like "Where's Waldo" at my house and I'm Waldo!

I'm sure that you all have similar addict behaviors like these in the past. What's nice is these are all stupid things we are eliminating in our lives by standing together against the nic bitch, one day at a time. Anyone else want to share their thoughts? 
 
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Every long car trip i would take, before i left i would gas up the car and purchase a roll of dip. I would also buy two gatorades. I would take a quick swig of the one gatorade and dump the rest out. I only liked to use Gatorade bottles for my spitters. I don't know how much cash i drpped by dumping out Gatorades.

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Toward the end of my long chewing "career" I would bite off a inch and a half piece of a Swisher Outlaw cigar and gut the spit. They were expensive so when it came time to eat something I would stow the cat turd somewhere and come back to it later.

Really bad when your 3 year old comes walking up to you asking what this is with the turd in their hand.

Sometimes I'd find them weeks later when they were petrified.

Nasty.

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I'm heading on vacation soon to South America and remember how much of a production it was to try and plan out my dip supply for a 10 day trip. The sheer thought of running out and not being able to find any whlie there was terrible and rediculoous all at the same time. Oh how controlling the nic bitch can be. I'm so happy that this addict behavior is a thing of the past for me.

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I was just thinking about my old addict behavior. I will always be an addict but this behavior will be gone from my life: 

1. I used to only wear cargo shorts whenever I "had to go somewhere in a non-friendly dipping environment" because I could store a can in the right lower pocket and cram a handful of fast food napkins on the outer side of the can to hide the round indentation protruding from my shorts.2. I would only buy the 16 oz aluminum bottled beer (unless it was Sam Adams Octoberfest season) because they were the perfect camouflaged spitter and were spill proof. I used to use aluminum cans but it became a chore to dump out the 2-3 full spitters in the toilet every night, plus the aluminum bottles were reusable. No sense in pouring a new pop or beer in the sink just to use the can.3. I became aware that I don't really square myself up with people when I'm talking face to face with them. I would always be talking and kind of looking to the side or down from them so the air of my exhaled speech would not hit them in the face.  4. I visit the dentist 3 times a year even though my insurance only pays for twice a year cleanings. I don't know how much cash out of pocket I've spent at the dentist over the years.  5. Hiding in the garage/basement for an hour after dinner is definitely something I can't wait to make amends of.  It's like "Where's Waldo" at my house and I'm Waldo!I'm sure that you all have similar addict behaviors like these in the past. What's nice is these are all stupid things we are eliminating in our lives by standing together against the nic bitch, one day at a time. Anyone else want to share their thoughts? 

I'm sure many of us can identify with these addict behaviors but the first one made me chuckle. While cargo shorts have good pockets for a tin I thought it was extra funny that we both used napkins to try and conceal the presence (dumb ass ninja behavior). It also reminded me of how my sock became my alternative storage choice. I had my left sock pulled up so much that the hair on my legs stopped growing under the sock line. Stupid stuff and complete adict behavior.

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I was just thinking about my old addict behavior. I will always be an addict but this behavior will be gone from my life: 

1. I used to only wear cargo shorts whenever I "had to go somewhere in a non-friendly dipping environment" because I could store a can in the right lower pocket and cram a handful of fast food napkins on the outer side of the can to hide the round indentation protruding from my shorts.2. I would only buy the 16 oz aluminum bottled beer (unless it was Sam Adams Octoberfest season) because they were the perfect camouflaged spitter and were spill proof. I used to use aluminum cans but it became a chore to dump out the 2-3 full spitters in the toilet every night, plus the aluminum bottles were reusable. No sense in pouring a new pop or beer in the sink just to use the can.3. I became aware that I don't really square myself up with people when I'm talking face to face with them. I would always be talking and kind of looking to the side or down from them so the air of my exhaled speech would not hit them in the face.  4. I visit the dentist 3 times a year even though my insurance only pays for twice a year cleanings. I don't know how much cash out of pocket I've spent at the dentist over the years.  5. Hiding in the garage/basement for an hour after dinner is definitely something I can't wait to make amends of.  It's like "Where's Waldo" at my house and I'm Waldo!I'm sure that you all have similar addict behaviors like these in the past. What's nice is these are all stupid things we are eliminating in our lives by standing together against the nic bitch, one day at a time. Anyone else want to share their thoughts? 

I'm sure many of us can identify with these addict behaviors but the first one made me chuckle. While cargo shorts have good pockets for a tin I thought it was extra funny that we both used napkins to try and conceal the presence (dumb ass ninja behavior). It also reminded me of how my sock became my alternative storage choice. I had my left sock pulled up so much that the hair on my legs stopped growing under the sock line. Stupid stuff and complete adict behavior.

 

 

I did the socks thing with long pants.  I learned that from when I was in basic training.  Had to hide it from Nolaq ya know

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A buddie of mine that I worked with side by side with for a couple of years had OCD with, of all things, his spitter. Every morning when we went to work he would grab a Styrofoam cup, he would take at least an arms length of toilet paper, roll it up and shove in the cup. He would then take a red marker, it had to be red and he would write his name on it and draw a line around the first ridge. One day a co-worker who was also a dipper came in and nonchalantly grabbed my buddies spitter and spit in it. Without any exaggeration, you would thought someone just tried to steal his first born. I honestly thought he was going to lay the guy out. I can't recall ever seeing him that pissed off. All over the almighty spitter.

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Back in the day, from 1990 - 1998. I thought it was cool to use a spittoon. I'm talking a large, brass, on the floor spittoon. Bought at an antique shop. It was dented, and a piece of shit, but I pounded the dents out and polished it. That fucking thing held AT LEAST a quart, and I kept it right next to my recliner. The side of my fucking recliner had trails of brown down the fabric (no shit). Now during this time we had a growing pack of dogs. Being the dumbshit that I was, I didn't empty the spittoon until near full. The dogs, however emptied it more than once by plowing into it playing. When we moved in '98, I finally agreed with my wife's pleadings and threw the spittoon away. That was when I gently eased into gutting my spit ... and did so until finally quitting in 2014 after 32 years. I know ... I'm fucking gross. How I held onto my wife throughout this period of life I have no idea. Grateful to be quit, and distancing myself from the evil weed that came in the form of Copenhagen.

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Back in the day, from 1990 - 1998. I thought it was cool to use a spittoon. I'm talking a large, brass, on the floor spittoon. Bought at an antique shop. It was dented, and a piece of shit, but I pounded the dents out and polished it. That fucking thing held AT LEAST a quart, and I kept it right next to my recliner. The side of my fucking recliner had trails of brown down the fabric (no shit). Now during this time we had a growing pack of dogs. Being the dumbshit that I was, I didn't empty the spittoon until near full. The dogs, however emptied it more than once by plowing into it playing. When we moved in '98, I finally agreed with my wife's pleadings and threw the spittoon away. That was when I gently eased into gutting my spit ... and did so until finally quitting in 2014 after 32 years. I know ... I'm fucking gross. How I held onto my wife throughout this period of life I have no idea. Grateful to be quit, and distancing myself from the evil weed that came in the form of Copenhagen.

According to some photos I've seen, you held on to her by the tits.

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I will never forget standing in front of a gas station in Alaska and asking every person walking in to buy me a pack of smokes. After being rejected and lectured a few times I would take my bike to the mall and gather buts from the ashtrays. At 15 it seemed liked normal thing to do. At 33 not so much.

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One I'm particularly not proud of was when I had zero dollars in my pocket as a young, fresh out of college guy entering the working world.  I worked for the state department of transportation at the time and in my office, there was an honor system snack bar.  Now, I graduated from a college with a very strict honor code.  I believed myself to be a man of honor and integrity.  A cadet does not lie, cheat, or steal, nor tolerate those who do.  Those were words that I lived by.  Well, when you need that fix, you start to blur the lines a little bit.  Is it really stealing if you borrow the money from the honor box?  I'll pay it back on the 1st.  And to be fair, I always DID pay back my honor box banker, but it doesn't matter, I never should have taken so much as one fucking penny out of that box to go buy dip.  I'm ashamed to admit what I used to do to feed my addiction, and "borrowing" money from the honor box is one of the worst.

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A couple summers ago, for some fucked reason I was using an empty gallon jug of Hawaiian Fruit Punch as a spitter.  I filled the bastard probably halfway full and then threw it in my trunk to hide it, for what reason I'm not sure.  Well, about three weeks later, I was making a late-night casino run with a couple buddies, and I was fresh out of a spitter.  Not much is open at 1 am, so it's not like I could just stop and get a spitter.  Not to mention that I was never one who could gut it and be ok.  So, what is an addict to do?  Of course, I went in my trunk and pulled out that gallon jug that had been roasting in the July heat for three weeks.  To this day, I have never smelled anything to even rival the putrid stench that furled up from that jug when I opened the cap.  How I didn't puke is well beyond me.  My buddy in the passenger seat was even gagging from the smell.  But I still had to have a dip, so I used that gnarly spitter as long as I could stand it to get my fix.  Looking back, I kind of wonder how fucked in the head I had to be to use something that disgusting.

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I know I'm late to the game but one time before I began to dip snuff I used to chew Red Man and Beechnut.  I was driving on a Beef Jerky delivery route in Texas and I happened to be between stores.  I had one more store to hit when it happened.  I grabbed my spitter by mistake thinking it was my soda and took a swig.  Upon realizing my error, I tried to get the mouth full of thick, warm, and surprisingly sweet spit back into the 20 oz bottle but failed miserably.  I got it all over my white uniform shirt and it looked like the Red Man himself had given me a Cleveland Steamer.  As I shamefully walked into my last store of the day I tried to make up an excuse for my appearance but the clerk was too quick and too wise because he asked me if I had taken a drink from the wrong bottle.  

 

I definitely do not miss having a nasty ass spitter in my truck. 

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BazookaJoe,

 

I used to drink a lot of 7up when I was younger.  One day while driving home from work I had to make a stop on the road and my bottle of 7up flew off the seat and rolled under my seat.  i was living in the midwest at the time and it was cold and dark out out.  I reached under my seat and felt a nice cold bottle.  It had to be my soda right?

 

WRONG!  It was a bottle probably from a few months earlier that i had to uses as a spitter.  When that nasty old spit hit my mouth,  I gagged and threw up while driving my car.  I dropped the chew bottle on my seat. What a mess.

 

It was awful.  When I got home I was covered in puke, chew and my car never smelled the same again.  The sad thing is that this happened 14 years ago.

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BazookaJoe,

I used to drink a lot of 7up when I was younger. One day while driving home from work I had to make a stop on the road and my bottle of 7up flew off the seat and rolled under my seat. i was living in the midwest at the time and it was cold and dark out out. I reached under my seat and felt a nice cold bottle. It had to be my soda right?

WRONG! It was a bottle probably from a few months earlier that i had to uses as a spitter. When that nasty old spit hit my mouth, I gagged and threw up while driving my car. I dropped the chew bottle on my seat. What a mess.

It was awful. When I got home I was covered in puke, chew and my car never smelled the same again. The sad thing is that this happened 14 years ago.

Yeah buddy I know where you're coming from. I started using tobacco on that route and continued it throughout my employment history. I stopped once for six months before I became employed by my current company in 2006. As I was headed back home one day I stopped and bought a can since I was only accountable to myself. Fast forward a hair over eight years and here I am now, dip free again but this time I'm QUIT.

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Reading that thread about boating made me think about swimming in Lake Michigan.  We go many times during the summer.  What I used to do was throw one in and spit in my hand while I was in the water, then move my hand underwater like I was making it disappear.  I bet many people would watch me do that and think what an asshole I was.  A dirty asshole.  I thought people wouldn't be able to see me or notice what I was doing.  

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Yesterday I bought a Gatorade and some vodka. I poured out half the Gatorade and added the vodka for a mixed drink. As I was pouring out the vodka I remember how many times I used to buy a bottled water, pour out half and the use it as a spitter haha. I've seen many posts about this but I had a great flashback yesterday

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From a local newspaper.

Police are asking the public’s help in tracking down the perpetrators of a Plainfield break-in at Sam’s Convenient Store around 1:52 a.m. Tuesday before stealing hundreds of dollars worth of cigarettes, cigars and cash, police said..

When you run the risk of jail time and all the other things associated with being a criminal to steal a product that will most likely kill you, you're exhibiting shameful addict behaviors.

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I was with an ex who didn't know I dipped. We were drunk at a Walmart just fucking around.

I found the nicotine lozenges aisle, broke open a box, and stuffed my pocked with them. I was hammered, so I'm sure I caused some sort of scene. 

Shameful addict behavior. 

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On February 14, 2015 at 4:04 AM, 8meds said:

Back in the day, from 1990 - 1998. I thought it was cool to use a spittoon. I'm talking a large, brass, on the floor spittoon. Bought at an antique shop. It was dented, and a piece of shit, but I pounded the dents out and polished it. That fucking thing held AT LEAST a quart, and I kept it right next to my recliner. The side of my fucking recliner had trails of brown down the fabric (no shit). Now during this time we had a growing pack of dogs. Being the dumbshit that I was, I didn't empty the spittoon until near full. The dogs, however emptied it more than once by plowing into it playing. When we moved in '98, I finally agreed with my wife's pleadings and threw the spittoon away. That was when I gently eased into gutting my spit ... and did so until finally quitting in 2014 after 32 years. I know ... I'm fucking gross. How I held onto my wife throughout this period of life I have no idea. Grateful to be quit, and distancing myself from the evil weed that came in the form of Copenhagen.

Congratulations that is fucking disgusting. Lol

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Whenever at a family function or dinner , afterwards I would pop in a small dip and swallow the shit juice and it always gave me the hiccups as my body rebelled against having poison shoved down my throat ... makes me nauseous just thinking about it and I am glad that's never going to happen again as long as I live

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