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Have you ever spit your plants in public?

NotHardUp1

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I've never used spitting tobacco, and the only other time I can remember doing so was when I was about nine years old, my mother made me stay at the dinner table until I ate my pickled beets. I hated them. After I finally ate one slice, I threw up a violet purple vomit all over my plate. That ended that.

Oh, and once when I was spoonfeeding my infant brother in his high chair, when I was about 15, he sneezed, and creamed spinach puree blew all over the adjacent wall.

That's all I got folks. LIke the splatter, the thread title parody premise runs thin.
 
Off topic:

There was this awesome Italian guy I worked with who would divide in half a single piece of linguine and put it in his mouth. Somehow with his teeth he would spit out tiny pieces very fast.

He called it his Italian machine gun. :LOL:

He also taught me how to make Ossobuco with lemon zest and a bone marrow gravy for like 800 people. :eek:

He was this fuzzy little bug eyed sweetheart with a great smile. Miss the hell out of him.
 
I lived/worked in Arkansas for about a year. Everybody there chewed and spat. It's called dipping I think. Anyway, to me it was disgusting as hell.

Then xmas party came. The company rented probably the nicest restaurant there. Everybody came in very nice clothing. Imagine my amazement and disgust when I saw everybody at the party (both men and women) chewing and spitting into a cup. Absolutely disgusting.
 
In my late teens and early twenties, when I still had a 29" waist, I was rich with years of future, my entire unspent adult life ahead of me, and it seemed like it would always be that way.

But, the only 'in public' was the monthly trip to the feed store, where the wide planked floor was worn smooth from heavy barn boots and mill dust, and stained the deep rich brown of tobacco juice and molasses.
 
I lived/worked in Arkansas for about a year. Everybody there chewed and spat. It's called dipping I think. Anyway, to me it was disgusting as hell.

Then xmas party came. The company rented probably the nicest restaurant there. Everybody came in very nice clothing. Imagine my amazement and disgust when I saw everybody at the party (both men and women) chewing and spitting into a cup. Absolutely disgusting.

I lived in Arkansas for the first 45 years of my life. During that time, I only met three women who dipped snuff, and they were all over 70 years old.

The men I knew were only of one cut, more or less what were known in the 80's as "goat ropers," self-styled cowboys who needed a tin of Red Man in their back jeans pocket as a marker of manhood, along with a pickup truck, and a baseball cap with a bill that was meticulously curled to look just so.

No man who was an adult in my circles ever dipped, save one or two.

The only man I know today who chews is an accountant at work, and he is from Mississippi and drives the huge pickup, and fits the goat roper mold.
 
I lived in Arkansas for the first 45 years of my life. During that time, I only met three women who dipped snuff, and they were all over 70 years old.

The men I knew were only of one cut, more or less what were known in the 80's as "goat ropers," self-styled cowboys who needed a tin of Red Man in their back jeans pocket as a marker of manhood, along with a pickup truck, and a baseball cap with a bill that was meticulously curled to look just so.

No man who was an adult in my circles ever dipped, save one or two.

The only man I know today who chews is an accountant at work, and he is from Mississippi and drives the huge pickup, and fits the goat roper mold.
I was there for a big bridge project. Dipping is certainly more prevalent among people in construction. So, my perspective about the population of Arkansas was probably skewed.

That said, what's with all the people with missing teeth? Before I went there, I had never seen so many people with missing teeth before. Not talking about 70 year olds. I'm talking about people in the 20s and 30s.
 
Oh, I thought it was "shit your pants in public" (don't tell it makes more sense and looks less a typo than the actual title) :cool:
Oh well, I had told it before anyway :mrgreen:
 
I did once vomit into a potted plant at the St. Lawrence Centre in Toronto in front of Robertson Davies, one of the Canadian literary lions.
 
I was there for a big bridge project. Dipping is certainly more prevalent among people in construction. So, my perspective about the population of Arkansas was probably skewed.

That said, what's with all the people with missing teeth? Before I went there, I had never seen so many people with missing teeth before. Not talking about 70 year olds. I'm talking about people in the 20s and 30s.

Dipping tobacco isn't exactly conducive to strong gums and teeth. Heavy overlap there with no dental care.

Most people going into construction work in Arkansas came from working class backgrounds with no dental insurance. And, Northern Arkansas used to have its own special ethnic hill folk culture, with fear of dentists.

Where I was raised in South Arkansas, I almost never saw any young people under 60 with missing teeth. That said, I'm the only one of five children on my mother's side without false teeth or partials. It seems incredible, but not really. We were raised poor. I needed braces when I was a boy, but we couldn't afford them. My dentist pulled four of my permanent teeth to relieve crowding. He then told me I needed to take my finger and thumb and push on my canines to get them back in line. As if.
 
It happened more than once when a teenager when some bug hit suddenly and hard... Although I was aware I had some bug one of the times--but it was still a bit of a sudden surprise when I had to puke.
 
Dipping tobacco isn't exactly conducive to strong gums and teeth. Heavy overlap there with no dental care.

Most people going into construction work in Arkansas came from working class backgrounds with no dental insurance. And, Northern Arkansas used to have its own special ethnic hill folk culture, with fear of dentists.

Where I was raised in South Arkansas, I almost never saw any young people under 60 with missing teeth. That said, I'm the only one of five children on my mother's side without false teeth or partials. It seems incredible, but not really. We were raised poor. I needed braces when I was a boy, but we couldn't afford them. My dentist pulled four of my permanent teeth to relieve crowding. He then told me I needed to take my finger and thumb and push on my canines to get them back in line. As if.
Really? I never heard of that before.
 
Not that i recall. I've never "did" any form of tobacco. I've noticed that former co-workers and friends that have always smoked tobacco had blackened teeth in their 20's and had a few teeth missing in the 30's and by the 40's they really should have dentures if they already don't. I'm nearing 70 and still have all my teeth except for a couple wisdom teeth that were pulled because they didn't "come out of the gums" properly.
 
I just run mine through the dishwasher. They come out gleaming.
 
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