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My brother dips. Nasty habit. I never took it up, and I'm sooo glad that I did not.
Classic scene in many military briefings/meetings is the folks sitting around the table with their spit cups, spit bottles, etc. The pros don't need those receptacles. Are they swallowing the juice? Inquiring minds want to know.
Classic scene in many military briefings/meetings is the folks sitting around the table with their spit cups, spit bottles, etc. The pros don't need those receptacles. Are they swallowing the juice? Inquiring minds want to know.
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We had a PltSgt that had made a new rule of not dipping in formation, about half the platoon dipped, me excluded. So one day, in formation he saw 5he NCOs dipping, hard to hide, made us stay in formation until someone got sick....the hard core dippers swallowed, the beginners got sick....what a nice passive way to instill discipline.
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I gutted only once or twice, at Air Assault School, because we were told not to dip in the classroom. Oh, and I wore my contact lenses...sssshhhhh.
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SGM Mikel Dawson
Chief Montgomery, I used to chew, and I never spit!! I did give it up while working as a guide in the back country of Idaho because I ran out and couldn't get any more. Later on I'd only bum a chew when stressed a bit. But glad I stopped.
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Never dipped in the military. Dipped once in college. This is the story:
I went to college in Alaska. My college experience was fairly typical I imagine. Ice climbing, sea kayaking, moose tipping, that sort of mundane activity. Anyways, as so often happens on campuses across the nation I found myself playing a game of spades with three gentlemen of Yupik Eskimo extraction. All of these fellows dipped and our card table was festooned with spit cups. I said something about the habit being disgusting and how I could never dip. One of the fellows asked me if I had ever tried. I replied that I had not to which he snorted "well if you haven't tried it, how can you say that?"
Checkmated, I determined to prove them all wrong. I took a big John Wayne plug and began masticating the foul weed. Surprisingly, it was fairly easy and I found that I was something of a natural at spitting. I enjoyed myself immensely for about three minutes.
Then gravity reversed itself.
My dipping had angered the Gods and Sir Issac Newton and my body lost its ability to maintain a perpendicular relationship with the ground. It was lucky that I had carpet fibers to cling to to prevent myself from falling off the face of the earth. I became fervently religious in all world faiths simultaneously and invoked everyone from Jesus to Sonny Bono and the Detroit Red Wings to spare me from the effects of tobacco.
That was enough for me. Unlike Pharoah, I did not need to be smitten more than once by Moses. One plague of Copenhagen was enough for me.
I went to college in Alaska. My college experience was fairly typical I imagine. Ice climbing, sea kayaking, moose tipping, that sort of mundane activity. Anyways, as so often happens on campuses across the nation I found myself playing a game of spades with three gentlemen of Yupik Eskimo extraction. All of these fellows dipped and our card table was festooned with spit cups. I said something about the habit being disgusting and how I could never dip. One of the fellows asked me if I had ever tried. I replied that I had not to which he snorted "well if you haven't tried it, how can you say that?"
Checkmated, I determined to prove them all wrong. I took a big John Wayne plug and began masticating the foul weed. Surprisingly, it was fairly easy and I found that I was something of a natural at spitting. I enjoyed myself immensely for about three minutes.
Then gravity reversed itself.
My dipping had angered the Gods and Sir Issac Newton and my body lost its ability to maintain a perpendicular relationship with the ground. It was lucky that I had carpet fibers to cling to to prevent myself from falling off the face of the earth. I became fervently religious in all world faiths simultaneously and invoked everyone from Jesus to Sonny Bono and the Detroit Red Wings to spare me from the effects of tobacco.
That was enough for me. Unlike Pharoah, I did not need to be smitten more than once by Moses. One plague of Copenhagen was enough for me.
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I've had a similar experience, just not so eloquently shared. Kudos for the great story.
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SSG(P) (Join to see), au contraire, mon frère! I've never smoked, dipped or chewed! Never. The closest I've ever been to cigarettes was police call, which I considered a disgusting detail, having to pick up other's cigarette butts!
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I used to dip and smoke at the same time early on in my career, I gave up the dip but still smoke to this day.
There is always that one person in every crowd smoking OP's(Other People's). I always get a kick out of the "Hey, do you got an extra smoke on you?" to which I usually reply...
"Let me see, there's 20 in a pack, if I find 21, it's all yours." :P
There is always that one person in every crowd smoking OP's(Other People's). I always get a kick out of the "Hey, do you got an extra smoke on you?" to which I usually reply...
"Let me see, there's 20 in a pack, if I find 21, it's all yours." :P
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Question is: do dippers and smokers despise these freeloaders, or is it best to say, I don't want to contribute to a habit you clearly can't afford. ;)
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MSgt Michael Durkee
Despise is kind of a strong sentiment, but they're certainly not the life of the tobacco use area. I also, ehmm, dislike strongly :D ...the OP smokers that "only smoke when they drink" thus, they want to share your supply.
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They'd just changed the rules about smoking and chewing in Basic. I was the Platoon Sergeant going through the Commander's Inspection. I just happened to see something pass a window. I looked back at my assistant and told him to get out side and find what it was. It was a can of chew. He gave me the can of chew, brand new, just a couple dips missing. I told him to get upstairs and find who's it was and he should report to me after the inspection was over.
After the inspection I was sitting in my office when a knock on the door came. I looked up and saw this private standing there. "What do you want Private?" "You wanted to see me, it was my can of chew." "Get in here."
It turned out it was a Private who hailed from Montana. Me being from Idaho we were kindred spirits of sorts. I invited him to sit down and relax. I slid the can of chew to the middle of the desk and asked if it was his, to which he admitted it was. I then proceeded to tell him it was against the rules and I could get him an article 15, ba, ba, ba, (you all know the talk). I told him I'd chewed and knew how it was. He started to relax a bit and we got all buddy, buddy. I told him I never wanted to see or hear of him dipping again in basic, he promised. I then told him I had a meeting with the Commander in 5 minutes. He stood up, came to parade rest. I told him to take his can and get rid of it. He smiled and said thanks. I then told him right now. He looked at me with questioned face. I said - "EAT IT ALL NOW." His eyes now were in shock mode as we were all buddies - I repeated it with lightening dagger eyes looking him straight in the face. He ate the whole can! Last time I had a problem with chew with that platoon.
After the inspection I was sitting in my office when a knock on the door came. I looked up and saw this private standing there. "What do you want Private?" "You wanted to see me, it was my can of chew." "Get in here."
It turned out it was a Private who hailed from Montana. Me being from Idaho we were kindred spirits of sorts. I invited him to sit down and relax. I slid the can of chew to the middle of the desk and asked if it was his, to which he admitted it was. I then proceeded to tell him it was against the rules and I could get him an article 15, ba, ba, ba, (you all know the talk). I told him I'd chewed and knew how it was. He started to relax a bit and we got all buddy, buddy. I told him I never wanted to see or hear of him dipping again in basic, he promised. I then told him I had a meeting with the Commander in 5 minutes. He stood up, came to parade rest. I told him to take his can and get rid of it. He smiled and said thanks. I then told him right now. He looked at me with questioned face. I said - "EAT IT ALL NOW." His eyes now were in shock mode as we were all buddies - I repeated it with lightening dagger eyes looking him straight in the face. He ate the whole can! Last time I had a problem with chew with that platoon.
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Omg, I bet he never dipped again. Dip in Basic, did I read that correctly? The Army is getting soft.
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What do you call the dippers that never have any dip, but instead, always mooch off yours?
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I dip, have since I started high school. Growing up on a farm where everyone did it, I was easily influenced and after a few, it just became a nasty habit.
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Never touched it! Completely disgusting! Had plenty of sailors offer me a dip, but I thought then and still today that it's disgusting. Cannot count how many times I threw away dip bottles.
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I tried some of friend's older brother's Silver Creek when I was 10. Trying to act like a big shot, took a big 'ol wad of dip while we were riding bikes. Pulled a wheelie, came down hard and swallowed a whole mouthful. When I stopped throwing up 4 days later, decision was made and never again did I go down that path. I have found Cigars to be a much more palatable vice.
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Funny how we all have a great story about swallowing a dip, either by accident or unknowingly. Novels can be written about the after effects.
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