This weekend I went to a holiday party all dressed to the nines. Friday night. I have no photos of that so for today’s entry I’ll skip over to Saturday’s festivities: Getting up late and doing absolutely nothing constructive or intelligent all day.

Clint and I bought a case of Busch and a brick of chewing tobacco. We drank the case between us in a couple hours. We chewed quite a bit of the chew. We listened to Judas Priest. I think someone lost a wallet. I think someone took a dump in the back yard. It’s all spotty. The memories are few and far between.

Anyone who wasn’t Clint or I that night hated us severely and probably continues to do so. Brenna was a good sport though. She tried the chew at least. The German kid just wanted to shoot us both with a crossbow.

If you haven’t tried “Days O’ Work” tobacco before, go grab a brick. It’s like a wad of brown heaven secreting nicotine into your system via your cheek membrane. Goes best with 12 Busch beers and some fistfuls of canned corn eaten out of a strainer in the sink. Yeeee.

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