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gail

I'm NOT making fun of the LDS here. These were the manners of the time (1860s).

Pie Shell

OMG...

*slapping duct tape over her mouth and crawling under the desk*

gail

My grandfather chewed tobacco. God, what a disgusting habit.

prairie biker

We used to when we were flying after the AF banned cigarette smoking on the planes. Sure had to keep close track of which was your spit and which was your coffee cup.

gail

My grandfather used a coffee can. Gack. AND smoked cigars. AND lived with us. Sweet little old man, but boy did he create a mess.

Pie Shell

Around here it was which Dr. Pepper can was least warm.

Ewwwwwww.

prairie biker

I have a spittoon (just for show) and also my pipe and bag of tobacco right next to my favorite winged arm chair. If only I had a fireplace.

Pie Shell

PB: Get yourself a little Chiminaria for the back patio, drag your chair and spittoon out with you and make yerself cozy!

Pie Shell

If you must use tobacco, put a small portion in your mouth when no person sees you, and be careful that no one sees you chew it. I do not charge you with sin.

If you must use coffee, drink Shelleigh's in the breakroom when no one from your ward is looking. I do not charge you with sin.

(love you girls!!! he heeeeeee)

Rob. B

My grandfather Robbie's dad was a pastor and when they needed to raise money for the church he'd tell them to "close the windows and doors because we ain't leaving till we raise $100." Normally the tobacco chewers would fund anything so that they could open the windows on those summer mornings. It seems the women weren't keen on men who spit tobacco juice on the floors that they kept clean.

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