The husband started dippin' again awhile back. He had quit for seven years and it was so nice. I hate spit bottles, they make me gag. And I don't care for copenhagen kisses. So the husband ordered some Dip Stop Non-Tobacco Chew off the internet. Yesterday, when I got home, the box was in the yard. Guess the dogs wanted to try the Dip Stop! That or the UPS man threw it and ran back to his truck! We will never know. Anyways, I left it on the counter for the husband.
He got home from work and opened it up. This was our conversation as he read the box....
H: "It says here that your partner needs to help you."
W: "What, your partner needs to help you? Why, where are you suppose to put that stuff?"
H: "Haha, very funny."
W: "Seriously, why would your partner need to help you with snuff? Am I suppose to pack it somewhere you can't reach?"
W: laughing hysterically with my finger mimicking shoving the snuff up "somewhere".
H: "It says your partner should mix the non-tobacco with the tobacco so you don't know if you are using the non or the real."
W: looks at the husband with the "are you serious" look
H: "I think I can handle it myself."
Ahhhh, that's what I'm talking about!
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