- Redneck Woman - Thursday, July 20, 2006 Me redneck roots are coming out in this story. In all of the years (I sound like I'm this pro or something-ha ha) that I have packed a can of Copenhagen (due to an ex-boyfriend ions ago) I have NEVER, EVER had the cap fall off. My friend Jason asked me to bring him his can, so out of habit I grab it and attempt to pack it. As I walk it over towards my pool he tells me to make sure the cap is on it. I roll my eyes, like that would ever happen, and continue to walk it over to him while packing it. Well all of the sudden I look down to see this black, tobacco like substance all over my chest, in my swimsuit top, down the front of my belly, all over my right arm...well, you get the picture. It was bad. The cap came off---whole can of chew allllll over me. Yuck. It was the grossest thing ever. Jason, not amused at this point, has an empty can of Copenhagen...so what does he do? He gets his dip off my chest, swimsuit top, towel that I had warpped around my waist, belly, etc... I sorda felt bad...well not really. But, it was pretty funny.

posted by VRA @ 9:04 AM 1 Comments: At 9:33 AM,  VRA said... Yes, VERY good point!   Post a Comment << Home