Been feeling guilty about it lately, but I just can't help myself. I guess it's how I'm wired. I just really enjoy plugging in a fat lip of Copenhagen. I know it's bad, really unhealthy. I just fucking love a dip of tobacco. I eat a fat steak just off the bbq with a fat potato parked right next to its ass. Little salad on the side that wifey makes. Sometimes some corn on the cob with butter and salt, or beans with homemade salsa. Then it happens...the tin comes out and I plug in a fat lip of cope. I can't explain how great I feel. It's like a serious high. I know you guys can hear the fucking banjos playing in the background and see the pit bulls frolicking around my yard. LMAO