I’ve Lost My Mind—It Was Here Just A ‘Minuet’ Ago–But it Ran Away! No More Words–I Am Drunk On Words — Disgusting! “Snuff In. Snuff Out. Snuffed On. Snuffed Off–Piss Off!”

Shoot Me Now!

Right Now!


Copenhagen Honey–She Ain’t Got No MoneyI Once ‘Knew’ a GFi

Copenhagen Angel–Cred: Chris LeDoux

A ‘Must Listen!’ Below.


Sums it all up!

(Thanks to You Chris LeDoux!)

Copenhagen Junkie

Bye Chris

Street Cred for Shared Vid: tjcrnj



I dip snuff. (Copenhagen Regular Cut, for those snuff aficionados out there, who may have inquiring minds)

There! I admitted it!



After so many years of being a self-tormented closet snuffer’er I have finally come out.

I feel better.

Whew! One less load to carry. One less axe to grind. One less ass to bare. One less woman who may have been considering me with a favorable eye…

Well, three out of four favorable results will get you into the Hall of Fame.

In Baseball.

‘Tis a habit I acquired whilst in BUD/s Class 140, circa 1986.

For some uninitiated: That stands for “Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training”  SEAL Boot-Camp, if you will: Class 140.

Yup. I was almost a SEAL. Twice. But more on that in a later post. Maybe.


I use a very large shot glass for a spittoon—Texan Thang—doncha know?

(Picture an average-size orange juice glass)

From a Five-Star Hotel.

In Abu Dhabi

Or Rome

Or Baghdad

Or Waco

Anyhow, just as I was about to spit into same, I had that sinking feeling all snuff dippers sooner or later experience:

I had to sneeze.

Quickly! Quickly! Quickly Damnit!


Do it! Do it Now!


Aw shit!

Too late!

Bloody Hell!

I dun sneezed into my spittoon.

Snuff spit flew all over my face, the keyboard, the monitor, the room, my ego.


I should give up this disgusting habit.

Naw. I like snuff. It is my way of sticking my nose up at the world. (Present company of readers excluded of course)

I Once’d Met a Gal fil-apino from  Cincinnati–She dipped snuff — ‘nother long story….

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