The Big Chewoff

In honor of the Tumor of Tobacco (LT M) leaving, I stepped up in fellowship to have some chaw. Beechnut, imbued with molasses. No, I did not get sick. It was alright. Interesting that my torso started sweating. I think it was my body's way of trying to protect me from doing something stupid. Then there was the mouth tingle. Top was disgusted that my spittle was only a light brown, not dark. I am a mere interloper. I still maintain that it is a disgusting habit.