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Originally Posted by shilala
You beat me, Mac. I didn't start till I was 8. 
I used to hide my Union Workmen scrap under the bus stop. I just started cause all the older guys and ballplayers did it. I thought it was badass and when I tried scrap, I loved the honey molasses sweetness.
Didn't start chewing snuff till I was in 6th or 7th grade, I suppose. I wanted to chew Copey and couldn't handle it, so I tried Gold River, got stuck, and switched to Copey a short while later.
The old man chewed Skoal, so I switched to that one summer. It really screwed up my face and I couldn't chew for a few days, so I laid off it till I could go slow and get used to it. Couldn't stand to get beat, ya know?
I'm still amazed at how incredibbly addictive it is. My grandpa chewed till he dies, probably put in a good 80 years. My old man still dips, and I imagine he has a good 60 years in. With 35 years, I'm still the baby. 
It's a totally gross habit. I love it.  |
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Originally Posted by shilala
I sure do, Greg. They had a couple other flavors, too. We used to gather pop bottles and ride them to the grocery store at the mall to cash them in so we could buy snuff. Snuff was 42 cents a can, and an 8 pack only brought 40 cents, so we'd go back through and steal them and turn them in again. How we never got caught is beyond me.
Then we'd go across the way to the driving range, fill grocery sacks with golf balls we'd gather, and take them to Sky Lodge hill and roll them all down the hill at once.
Didn't get to go to reform school for that stunt, either.
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Bringing back so many memories of growing up in Pa right there Scott. And in the winter time, we were "snowballing" cars. I remember collecting the pop bottles and cashing 'em in. Ma & Pop stores like that aren't around like they were when we were growing up...seemed like there was one on every corner. Penny candy, bottled pop, pinball machines.
I loved me some Levi Garrett and then Lancaster came out...super sweet!! I can remember hiding my Gold River/Copenhagen in my sock under my jeans so mom wouldn't find it and at night it was under the stairs.