NOT CIGS. NOT DIP. SNUS! The advertisement reads. And at over $4 a package of twelve, rather expensive, too.
"Where do I put it?" I ask the lady behind the counter. She stares at me as if I'm planning to shove the product up my ass. "Where does it go?" I try again, "Where do I put it?"
"In your mouth." She says.
"So...its like dip? I ask.
"Yes." She says.
I remind her, "Its says, 'Not dip.'" I point at the sign. She looks at the sign. Then back at me.
Philip Morris is testing this product in the D/FW area. I bought some today. Its like Skoal Bandits. Except its dry, crumbled snuff as opposed to moist snuff. Its a variant of Swedish tobacco of the same name.
I ask the lady behind the counter, "Have you tried it yet?"
"No!"
"Are you going to?"
"No."
"Ok, I'll put in my mouth." I tell her.
"And you have to promise not to chew it. It says that too."
"Ok."
So I tried it. It was tasty, but wholly unsatisfying. I chew because I like to chew. This method was way to passive for me. Still, if I find myself somewhere I'm unable to - this is a FANTASTIC alternative.

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come on, be cool, you know you want to be the first kid on your block to shove it up your ass...
...and you say I never read your posts. ;-)
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It's not the chewing persay that gets me. It's the spitting. *blames the shop mechanics I used to work around*
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