Snoose/Snuff Chewing Uncle

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At 13 I found myself living with an uncle and his fam in a little rural Kansas town. Uncle chewed Copenhagen snuff which Scandinavian folks called snoose. I was sitting on the porch when he arrived home one evening. He sat down beside me, took out his snuff, and took a dip. I asked him what it was like. He held it toward me and said try some. I did. I put a pinch behind my lower lip like he did. In about 20 seconds I was lying back on the porch breathing hard and seeing stars. My first and last snuff.

 

[benelli-banger]

I took my first dip of cope at 16 during a PE field trip in Taylor’s Falls, MN rock climbing. That began a many decades long habit/addiction…

 

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I took my first dip of cope at 16 during a PE field trip in Taylor’s Falls, MN rock climbing. That began a many decades long habit/addiction…

powerful stuff

 

[Mosby]

I never did Copenhagen but my friends and I would get Redman chewing tobacco when we were in elementary school and chew during the high school football games. High school coach saw us chewing and spitting on the sidelines and threatened to never play us in high school, if he caught us chewing again. Everybody knows every body at a small school. We moved to the other side of town after 7th grade but my friends had moved on to smoking pot and doing drugs by then. Glad I never got into snuff. Mouth cancers are horrible.

 

[AtTheMurph]

I chewed that for a short time, probably 2 years late HS early college. Good buzz but the smell and bad breath were killers.

I smoked one cigarette in my life, my mom's Parliament when I was in 4th grade. Also had my first beer that same day. That took.

 

[BritChaser]

I chewed that for a short time, probably 2 years late HS early college. Good buzz but the smell and bad breath were killers.

I smoked one cigarette in my life, my mom's Parliament when I was in 4th grade. Also had my first beer that same day. That took.

A memorable day! Had my first beer, a Carling Black Label, at 12 while picking up bales on a hot summer day. Tasted great.

 

[airmedic1]

I had my first beer when I was about 10. I was helping move irrigation pipe for an old alcoholic farmer in the middle of July and when we were finished he said " We ought to have a beer". My parents didn't drink so I didn't really know about beer or any alcohol. He dug around in a tool box in the back of his pickup and found two beat up cans of beer that had been back there for who knows how long. He had an opener on his dash, opened one, gave it to me and opened the other for himself. He took a big swig and said "Ah". My first taste was terrible and I ended up dumping it out when he wasn't watching. I remember thinking how could anyone drink this stuff!

That guy also provided me with my first taste of hard alcohol. Some cheap rotgut bourbon that was lying on his dash in the middle of summer. I didn't like that either!

 

[AtTheMurph]

I had my first beer when I was about 10. I was helping move irrigation pipe for an old alcoholic farmer in the middle of July and when we were finished he said " We ought to have a beer". My parents didn't drink so I didn't really know about beer or any alcohol. He dug around in a tool box in the back of his pickup and found two beat up cans of beer that had been back there for who knows how long. He had an opener on his dash, opened one, gave it to me and opened the other for himself. He took a big swig and said "Ah". My first taste was terrible and I ended up dumping it out when he wasn't watching. I remember thinking how could anyone drink this stuff!

That guy also provided me with my first taste of hard alcohol. Some cheap rotgut bourbon that was lying on his dash in the middle of summer. I didn't like that either!

My first beer was a tall boy Red, White an Blue (PBR's budget brand) pilfered from my friend's garage in the middle of summer. He and i grabbed one each and chugged them in the woods.

I also bought my 1st 6 pack during recess in 8th grade. friend and I snuck off the playground to the local bar and i went in because I looked older. Ordered 6 pack of PBR and gave him $5. I knew at the time they were $2.50 and waited for my change. The bartender asked me if i was waiting for something after he handed me the 6 pack in a brown bag and i said the change. He said, "Get the F#@% out of here!" Scared the crap out of me. it was the roughest bar in town.

Last time I went in there two women got in a crazy fight hair pulling, punching, kicking, biting, scratching fight like I've never seen before. Shortly after that the place burned down tot he delight of 95% of the rest of the citizens in town.

 

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Speaking of girl fights, here's one told by Tom Waits on some talk show. He was in NYC walking down the street when he came upon a long line of people on the sidewalk. He thought, pretty big crowd, maybe there's a girl fight or something. He decided to ask someone, "What are all of you in line for?" Answer: Salads.