Title: busted bad by wife, shit aint worth it
bearattack - March 7, 2009 03:28 PM (GMT)
Hi I'm ray I'm a 35 year old junky, been messed up on junk for over half my life. My junk isn't coke, h, ganja, or the bottle. My junk is kodiak premium wintergreen made by conwood corp. I think I've been dipping for 17 or 18 yrs, as there is a kody reference in my hs yearbook... Anyway I dipped like, I don't know, perhaps you guys!!!! In fact I really dont remember stages in life without clasping a tin. Anyway fast forward through college, young adulthood whatever.
My wife was forcing quits on me.... Imfuckingpossible to do, now I see that. I have told all the same lies you guys have, forgot spitters, around the house. Used good dinnerware for spit or to park a spent dip.
Well about 2 weeks ago I was busted bad. Oh yea, I own a swimming pool company in connecticut. So guess what I do all day at home through winter... Yup u got it...
Well 02/27/09 I was busted big time, a little sorry wasn't going to help.
Here's what happened, I had left over pizza for lunch. The pizza box was on the stove and I'd chow a piece throughout the day. At some point I parked an dip on the box, as I didn't want to get busted for forgerting it somewhere, you know the drill.
So fast forward to the next night. Wife is home and we are cooking dinner, all is cool.
As dinner is just about to be served, she finds a wad of dip on her plate and stirred into the macaroni. I was fucking shocked!!!!
I claimed it was dirt, as we just potted plants and could not believe this was happening. Holy fucking shit, now I was somebody that claimed to be a non dipper and my wifes dinner was filled with kodiak.... How else can you define fucked!!!
She storms out and went shopping, so what do I do.... Shit, this is a good time to pack a dip, got the house to myself. So I do...
She gets back around 930pm, I can tell she is super pissed. She takes a shower, so I fig, shit let's pack a dip... I do... But I senced this is super pissed off mode on her part.
I finished my dip at 10pm. Took a week of silent treatment.
Now how did that fucking dip get in her dinner. The dam pizza box!!! I must have opened the box with a parked dip on it, it fell to the top/back of the stove. The wad must have fallen as cooking.... I think it sat hidden on stoveback for 2 days, bc we ate out or at friends the prior to nights, so there was no call to be near the stove. Now how the hell did I miss that??? Dunno, I clean everyday and she is a neatfreak. I should, say I clean and search for dip remnants everyday. I was even checking any hair etc in shower drain for dip, cuz I knew she was looking to bust me bad.
Then it it occured to me, the shit aint worth it.....
Ray in connecticut
Btw I mostly post from my phone so I don't care about spelling or grammar
kevinsravens - March 7, 2009 03:52 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (bearattack @ Mar 7, 2009, 10:28 am) |
Hi I'm ray I'm a 35 year old junky, been messed up on junk for over half my life. My junk isn't coke, h, ganja, or the bottle. My junk is kodiak premium wintergreen made by conwood corp. I think I've been dipping for 17 or 18 yrs, as there is a kody reference in my hs yearbook... Anyway I dipped like, I don't know, perhaps you guys!!!! In fact I really dont remember stages in life without clasping a tin. Anyway fast forward through college, young adulthood whatever.
My wife was forcing quits on me.... Imfuckingpossible to do, now I see that. I have told all the same lies you guys have, forgot spitters, around the house. Used good dinnerware for spit or to park a spent dip.
Well about 2 weeks ago I was busted bad. Oh yea, I own a swimming pool company in connecticut. So guess what I do all day at home through winter... Yup u got it...
Well 02/27/09 I was busted big time, a little sorry wasn't going to help.
Here's what happened, I had left over pizza for lunch. The pizza box was on the stove and I'd chow a piece throughout the day. At some point I parked an dip on the box, as I didn't want to get busted for forgerting it somewhere, you know the drill.
So fast forward to the next night. Wife is home and we are cooking dinner, all is cool.
As dinner is just about to be served, she finds a wad of dip on her plate and stirred into the macaroni. I was fucking shocked!!!!
I claimed it was dirt, as we just potted plants and could not believe this was happening. Holy fucking shit, now I was somebody that claimed to be a non dipper and my wifes dinner was filled with kodiak.... How else can you define fucked!!!
She storms out and went shopping, so what do I do.... Shit, this is a good time to pack a dip, got the house to myself. So I do...
She gets back around 930pm, I can tell she is super pissed. She takes a shower, so I fig, shit let's pack a dip... I do... But I senced this is super pissed off mode on her part.
I finished my dip at 10pm. Took a week of silent treatment.
Now how did that fucking dip get in her dinner. The dam pizza box!!! I must have opened the box with a parked dip on it, it fell to the top/back of the stove. The wad must have fallen as cooking.... I think it sat hidden on stoveback for 2 days, bc we ate out or at friends the prior to nights, so there was no call to be near the stove. Now how the hell did I miss that??? Dunno, I clean everyday and she is a neatfreak. I should, say I clean and search for dip remnants everyday. I was even checking any hair etc in shower drain for dip, cuz I knew she was looking to bust me bad.
Then it it occured to me, the shit aint worth it.....
Ray in connecticut
Btw I mostly post from my phone so I don't care about spelling or grammar |
Welcome . . that is a fucking funny story . . . your gonna fit perfectly in here . . . just post often and stay involved.
PM me if you need anything.
bearattack - March 7, 2009 04:00 PM (GMT)
From a 3rd person perspective, I d laugh my balls of at the dolt who seasoned dinner with kodiak... But if I didn't I'd have a fatty in right now bc, she is out shopping for clothes purses or some other shit with her friend...
Btw what's red saying in ur avator?
Ray
CopeFiend - March 7, 2009 05:16 PM (GMT)
Your story isn't that much different from my own. You can do this quit thing. Man, bearattack, that's the best laugh I had since LC's story of dipping on a plane. See below:
| QUOTE (CopeFiend @ Feb 25, 2009, 5:25 pm) |
| QUOTE (LastChance @ Feb 25, 2009, 1:08 pm) |
This reminds me of a plane ride - dipping incident I had once...
On a long flight from Phoenix to Cleveland, I was sitting in a window seat, wearing headphones and watching an in-flight movie. I had just selected a full can of coke from the hostitute/flight attendant with the drink cart, and immediately pounded it in record time with the intention of using it as a spitter for a chew I had been looking forward to for a while.
So, I go through the routine of an embarrassed dipper, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention. The old man in the middle seat is asleep, and the lady in the isle seat was engrossed in her boring ass Danielle Steel novel. I then smuggle the can of Skoal Mint from its top secret hiding spot (the inside of my right knee high sock), grab a good wad and strategically place it in the lower right half of my eager mouth, thereby hiding the bulge from any possible onlookers. Happily engrossed in my dipful bliss, I sat back, relaxed and began watching the movie. Of course, every 30 seconds or so, I would grab the empty coke can, resting on the open trey table in front of me, and spit out the juice.
This went on and on for the next 30 minutes... watching the movie, grabbing the coke can, spitting, setting it down, watching, grabbing, spitting, setting, etc... I was so good at doing this that it did not break my concentration from the movie. That is, until I casually looked down and realized that my spitter had turned into a DIET coke can.
I then realized that I had accidentally grabbed the middle seat guy's can of pop and had been spitting in it for an unknown amount of time. Well, needless to say, a decision had to be made.
Here were the facts: Middle Seat guy was still asleep. Isle seat chick was still attentive to her boring ass book. Diet Coke can was only 1/8th full (or 7/8th empty depending on your view of the world). I was pinned in the window seat. My options were limited.
Here were my choices:
Option A) Stash the Diet Coke can in the magazine pocket, wait for the Hostitute/Flight Attendant to come by with a trash bag, get rid of the evidence.
Option B ) Pour the contents of the Diet Coke can into the "real" spitter then put the empty can back on his tray table and pretend this never happened.
Option C) Put the can back on his tray table and pretend this never happened.
Here was my decision:
I brilliantly chose Option A. No, wait... Option C. Ya, I brilliantly chose Option C.
A few minutes later, we ran into a bit of turbulence which awoke my middle seat neighbor. This alarmed me, but I remained cool as I remembered that the Diet Coke can was almost empty, and therefore probably abandoned. Then, as if in slow motion, I witnessed the following events:
- Middle Seat Guy licks his dry lips, looks around for the hostitute/flight attendent to no avail, then spots the Diet Coke.
* I start to get a little nervous
- Middle Seat Guy reaches for Diet Coke can
* I freeze, sweat matriculates from my scalp. Knees get week. Palms get clamy.
- Middle Seat Guy swishes contents of Diet Coke can around, determining if there is proper liquid content sufficient enough to quench his thirst.
* I begin to panic, consider offering a warning, but chicken out, hoping he will be uninterested in the minimal contents remaining in the Diet Coke can.
- Middle Seat Guy bends his elbow, tips his head back and brings the Diet Coke can towards his, now, slightly parted lips.
* Full panic mode. Instinctfully, I look for an exit, but, to my horror, realize that I am on a plane. I consider jumping out the window at 35,000 feet. I remember a story of a pregnant lady, a few years back, who went sky diving. Tragically, her shoot did not open as she ascended to her almost certain death. Miraculously, she ended up bouncing off a big ole’ wad Texas sage brush and survived, breaking something like 30 bones in her body. Somehow, her baby survived, too. I'm sure this lady now drinks her dinner through a straw and has the physical composition of Gumby, and her baby probably makes Corky from "Life goes on" seem like the second coming of Albert Einstein, but that's not the point. I decide, however, against this figuring that we were probably not flying over Texas at our present position.
- Middle Seat Guy empties contents inside the Diet Coke can into his mouth. I see a string of brownish-clear mucusy liquid stretch from the corner of the open lid of the can to his lower lip as he pulls the, now, completely empty container away from his face. I see his Adam's apple move up, in, then back down as he swallowed the contents.
As I witnessed the progression of emotions Middle Seat Guy went through over the next 15 seconds, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the physical mannerisms that were associated with each, new reaction. It went from surprise to disgust to curiosity to disgust to confusion to anger to confusion and back to disgust. Then he just looked ill.
Middle Seat Guy excused himself past isle seat chick and retreated to the rear plane bathroom, where he remained in there for what seemed to be the greater part of eternity. I was somewhat relieved that I was not currently engaged in hand to hand combat at 35,000 feet, as my plastic dinner spork, provided by the airline for the inevitably unedible meal to come, would certainly not make that great of a weapon.
I then heard the sound of the rear plane bathroom door opening. I expected to hear Middle Seat Guy progressing his way down the isle, but instead I heard the grumblings of a conversation between a man and hostitute/flight attendant. I look back, and sure enough Middle Seat Guy was jabbering away in an inaudible rant of some kind. He then retreated back to his seat, apparently settling down.
And this next part I will never, ever forget. Middle Seat Guy looks at me, looks at my Coke can, then looks at me again. He then says, “Hey buddy, I wouldn’t drink that Coke if I were you. Mine tasted a little funny”. |
It really sucks to be on the other end of it too. Before I dipped, I was at a card game and we were all drinking. My beer bottle was next to my roommate's. What I didn't realize was that I mistakenly picked up my roommate's "converted" beer bottle. What happened? Well, I received a mouth full of his skoal+spit instead of the delicious beer. I gagged my head off. Totally grossed out. Pissed off. YUCK!
And what did I turn around and start doing myself about 4 years after that incident? Copenhagen.
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bearattack - March 7, 2009 05:23 PM (GMT)
Wow, that plane story guy is a total asshole!!! Never steal a mans spitter....
KodiakDan - March 7, 2009 08:51 PM (GMT)
Bear
I've got to admit I laughed my ass off at your story. It's funny, so easy to visualize. I played hide the dip, sneak a dip, hide the spitters for years with my wife. I'm on my 11th day quit today and this website has been a huge help so far.
bearattack - March 8, 2009 12:02 AM (GMT)
Well I guess I'm introduced..... But I think ill keep posting to this thread when I want to talk shit about dip....
I'd also like to say in my wasted dipping yrs, I never had the ball to even peek at cancer pics.... Well it took over a week into quit to finally look... Holy fuck no wonder I never looked... Well I studied one, of a guy sliced almost to his eye and to his shoulder, jaw exposed..... Its now my desktop image and my blackberry home screen pic,,, had some craves today and forced myself to study thi pic... Crave gone...
I usually don't give a fuck about anybody I see killed on the news or injured etc...
But I can truelly say "that poor guy and his family", and actually mean it... W my track record it could be me chopped up.... And the surgery pics, the poor guy looked like a bear bit his face.....
Killin that fuckin bear...
Racking up my days and saving my loot.
Ray
bearattack - March 8, 2009 05:09 PM (GMT)
Cleaned out my main work van today,,,,
A five gallon bucket full of tins... That's a lot of money man...
kevinsravens - March 8, 2009 05:14 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (bearattack @ Mar 8, 2009, 1:09 pm) |
Cleaned out my main work van today,,,,
A five gallon bucket full of tins... That's a lot of money man... |
Definately a good idea to clean this shit out now . . . I found an empty tine at like day 145 . . . .shows how clean my car is kept?
anyway I think this is a great idea to keep a journal here . . . just check out the one by Ready . . . .good way to track your quit.
bearattack - March 9, 2009 12:55 PM (GMT)
Went to home depot this morning, didn't have a dip in... Those in store dips, I always thought I could make it through. Then find myself needing a "real close look" at something, then dropping the brown flood.
What a scumbatg, poor kid who found all those wads and puddles.... Oh yeah, ever have so much shit juice in your mouth, you can't even be polite to the cashier... I would point to my mouth and act like I just had dental work and mumble dentist... With a super flood in my mouth it would sound like a bong hit. Wtf.
KodiakDan - March 9, 2009 01:49 PM (GMT)
I know exactly what you're talking about bear. Once again I'm laughing even though it's truly pathetic. I used to leave work to take my daily dump at lowes. I would stuff have my face with dirt walk through the store looking like a squirrel packing nuts for the winter, sit on the crapper for a 1/2 hour making a mess. What a fucking disrespectful dirtball
bearattack - March 10, 2009 03:09 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (KodiakDan @ Mar 9, 2009, 7:49 am) |
| I know exactly what you're talking about bear. Once again I'm laughing even though it's truly pathetic. I used to leave work to take my daily dump at lowes. I would stuff have my face with dirt walk through the store looking like a squirrel packing nuts for the winter, sit on the crapper for a 1/2 hour making a mess. What a fucking disrespectful dirtball |
Yeah that too... Mine was a dip dump and my mobile web browser... Never seemed so fucked up till I said it out loud.... Shit that wasn't even 2 weeks ago....
CopeFiend - March 10, 2009 01:38 PM (GMT)
I sneezed once with a dip in and the mouth full of juice somehow got sucked into my nose. Talk about fucking painful as all hell!! Did I quit after that? What do you think....fuck no. Going to fast food drive thru with a dip in and no spitter...I swallowed that juice so I could say thank you to the person giving me the food. Probably the only time I ever did that. yuck
ScooterScum - March 10, 2009 02:50 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (CopeFiend @ Mar 10, 2009, 7:38 am) |
| I sneezed once with a dip in and the mouth full of juice somehow got sucked into my nose. Talk about fucking painful as all hell!! Did I quit after that? What do you think....fuck no. Going to fast food drive thru with a dip in and no spitter...I swallowed that juice so I could say thank you to the person giving me the food. Probably the only time I ever did that. yuck |
Not me I was gross enough to just spit my brown stream of spit right there on the concrete under the window or under the speaker. I look back on how gross I was and how other people must have seen me and I am embarrased.
bearattack - March 10, 2009 04:14 PM (GMT)
I must admit I would have painted that drive thu wall myself....
Today is day 12, dirty dozen... I hadb a lilttle email going with kodiakdan... Just bs'n, the topic do your buddies dip, like mine his outgrew the youthful dip fad and we are the suckers in our groups.. It got me thinking about a kid from hs who intro me to the bear... His name was scott, good buddy played soccer together and had the same crew of friends... We have lost touch when we went to diggerent colleges, I hope he is ok... In retrospect, I wish our friendship went in a different direction. Instead of taking that kodiak from him.
I should have fucked him up on the spot....
bearattack - March 11, 2009 03:58 AM (GMT)
Gahddam I'm jonesin' for a dip.... I'm not going to sneak out to "cop", which is exactly what crossed my mind when the wife went to bed. I'm going to grab beer from the kitchen and and not dip.
On a side note I realized my wife going to bed early, her running errands, her taking a shower or her giving the dogs a bath, are major triggers for me. I am a sneaky piece of shit...
Now ill enjoy my budlite not dip and get some sleep...
Peace
bearattack - March 12, 2009 03:30 AM (GMT)
My first week wasn't nearly this tough....
I'm asking myself why the fuck would I not want to enjoy some kodiak,,,,, cuz I don't want to be a punk... If I was the last guy on earth, I'd be packing a huge horseshoe right now.... I never planned to quit or had a goodbye dip.... Just keep looking at a cancer mouth chopped up say fuck it won't be me... Now my crave has passed.
kevinsravens - March 12, 2009 03:47 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (bearattack @ Mar 11, 2009, 11:30 pm) |
My first week wasn't nearly this tough....
I'm asking myself why the fuck would I not want to enjoy some kodiak,,,,, cuz I don't want to be a punk... If I was the last guy on earth, I'd be packing a huge horseshoe right now.... I never planned to quit or had a goodbye dip.... Just keep looking at a cancer mouth chopped up say fuck it won't be me... Now my crave has passed. |
Two things . . .
One, the crave will last for 3-5 minutes. thats all. Do almost anything and it will pass.
Two, just remember how shitty you feel and how hard this is . . . .so long as you do not dip, you will never have to feel this way again.
Remshot - March 12, 2009 04:34 AM (GMT)
You sure were a pathetic piece of shit, weren't you?
Well, you're not any more. You are quit.
Congratulations. Use the site....Post this shit in your quit group. Your quit brothers and sisters will benefit from reading your stuff. I'm dead serious. Take it to your group. Use them and let them use you.
Congratulations on being quit.
Do you have a plan?
bearattack - March 15, 2009 10:13 PM (GMT)
I'm wirth my wife. And buddy and his wife in new orleans,,, he doesn't dip....
Dip didn't cross my mind until I was up for 6 hrs today.... That's sweet
bearattack - March 19, 2009 04:46 AM (GMT)
Just got home from a dip free vacation,
Didn't smuggle any down or sneak out on wife to have a lipper...... Being a sneaky dip junky was actually took a lot of effort planning and work.
leaf67 - March 19, 2009 06:06 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (bearattack @ Mar 18, 2009, 8:46 pm) |
| Being a sneaky dip junky was actually took a lot of effort planning and work. |
Hmmm...like stuffing a few tins down the thickest sweater you own and burying in the back of the suitcase for unpacking when the wife is not looking. Or maybe a tin in your sock wondering how to get past the airport security gate. Like sneaking those tins out when you get to the hotel and hiding one in the garden planter outside the door or balcony, one in the bottom of the tissue dispenser in the shitter hoping the maid doesn't find, or maybe up in the plumbing under the sink? Nobody has a better understanding of hotel bathroom blueprints and all the places you can sneak a tin. Instead of maybe relaxing by the pool with the wife and kids, nagging thoughts of when to sneak away for a dip. How many times have you rushed back to the toilet in a panic to make sure the dip actually flushed? I still feel the chest thumps when the wife comes home unexpectantly...did she catch me with a dip, did I leave a spitter somewhere....it's been over 200 days. But what a relief now to have the answer...I don't dip anymore. I know how you felt then, and I know exactly how you feel now about those twinge triggers that occur when you are back in a former stealth dip moment.
Remshot called it for what it was (pathetic - I was), and now what it is (quit - I am)....and it's made all the difference in the world. Keep posting!
bearattack - March 20, 2009 02:21 PM (GMT)
U got it leafy could be hard work, btw I'd have fuckin murdered the made if she took my candy....
I was on vacation w cig smokers, cigs never tempted me. I was a heavy smoker for about 2 hrs when I was 11 yrs old. But seriously I just never liked cigs
Oh yeah, fuck u kodiak
bearattack - March 20, 2009 07:26 PM (GMT)
Somehow I'm remember a dip dream from last week. About 6yrs ago I went on a guided fly fishing trip, to grand lake stream maine. It was abut 4 miles from canada.
Anyway it was a great fdishing and dipping trip....
In the dream I was with the guide, his name is brian... Haven't communicated with or thought of him since.... Anyway what I recall, is walking through the woods with him and throwing flies at kodiak tins, he would spot and point to..... What the fuck?!?!?!? We weren't even near the river, dip fishing in the woods????? Is it time fpor the looney bin???
Fuck u kodiak
KodiakDan - March 20, 2009 08:19 PM (GMT)
Crazy shit bear, LMFAO!! This addiction really fucks with you. Fishing and dipping - always went together with me, can't wait to get the first fishing trip over with this year.
braden - March 20, 2009 08:47 PM (GMT)
I am so glad I started reading this thread/section of the site. I hope you guys know I am in pain, serious, stomach-aching, cramping pain from laughing my ass off at these posts.
Anyone else would think this is pathetic (and we know it is), but I can relate to these stories so well, it just cracks me up what a loser I was with the nic-bitch.
One quicky - I had 'quit' chewing in H.S. at one point. Of course that means I just lied about it at the time. Woke up one morning to my Dad screaming "MY LUNGS ARE ON FIRE!!!" He was PISSED. I didn't know what happened so I hid until he left for work. When he was gone, I went in the bathroom and found the Dr. Pepper can he had just taken a big ol' swill from. Of course it was my spitter from the night before.
At the time, I thought "Who the hell takes a drink out of a D.P. can they find in the bathroom in the morning?" The answer to that one is, my Dad of course.
Now I think, "Who the hell crams nic-filled dirt-leaf crap in their mouth and spits brown shit into a can?"
bearattack - March 21, 2009 02:44 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (KodiakDan @ Mar 20, 2009, 2:19 pm) |
| Crazy shit bear, LMFAO!! This addiction really fucks with you. Fishing and dipping - always went together with me, can't wait to get the first fishing trip over with this year. |
Yes fish and dips.... See I'm worried I haven't hit my summer mega triggers yet.... Yardwork, building pools, fishing, bocce, ya knahimean
Fuck u kodiak
braden - March 21, 2009 08:15 PM (GMT)
Just pulled the 1st yard work of the year. 1st in 19-20 years without a lipper in. Not gonna lie, it crossed my mind to scoot down to 7-11, but damn glad I didn't.
I pretty much chewed a straw into plastic dust while doing it.
bearattack - March 21, 2009 09:37 PM (GMT)
Here's a tip.... Switch gas stations.... On don't go to my old reg spot anymore..... Its much more comfortable
Fukukodiak
bearattack - March 23, 2009 08:55 PM (GMT)
Ask yourself how many times you let dip get in the way of pussy?!?!?!?!
Aw to be young again and not dipping....
Fuckukodiak
bearattack - March 24, 2009 12:20 AM (GMT)
My counter reflects I've saved 168 bucks so far.... Less than a month.... Saturday I'm going to take that cash and hook myself up with a meat smoker I have been eyeing for a little while..... right in time for spring...
Man did I let those scumbags get me for some serious doe....
Fukukodiak
KodiakDan - March 24, 2009 12:25 AM (GMT)
"Ask yourself how many times you let dip get in the way of pussy?!?!?!?!"
The sad thing is you will never know how much snatcheroo was lost by the lipshit. I can think of a couple doozies where I really fucked up because I had a cheek full.
bearattack - March 24, 2009 12:28 AM (GMT)
LOL those goddam snatcharoos... Eggmcsnatches etc....
My wife doesn't know about killthecan forums...
Ur killin me dan snatcharoos
Fukukodiak
bearattack - March 24, 2009 12:57 PM (GMT)
So I ve been posting the "cancer for 6$ a day installment/layaway plan" here and there.
Anybody have an idea how much the average lipshit victim payed for a mouth cancer???? Perhaps a formula to figure it our?
I'm guesssing 2k per year times x # of years.
Man I could have had a fly ass boat w no payment....
Fukukodiak!!!!!
O.D. - March 24, 2009 01:02 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (bearattack @ Mar 24, 2009, 6:57 am) |
So I ve been posting the "cancer for 6$ a day installment/layaway plan" here and there.
Anybody have an idea how much the average lipshit victim payed for a mouth cancer???? Perhaps a formula to figure it our?
I'm guesssing 2k per year times x # of years.
Man I could have had a fly ass boat w no payment....
Fukukodiak!!!!! |
There's a calculator on the parent/sister site.
The price of Kodiac was no deterant to me, except to get me to liking the cheaper Grizzly. It was a buck and a quarter when I first switched over. As of last week, it was about 2 and a quarter, but expected to rise due to tax proposals.
iuchewie - March 24, 2009 01:42 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (O.D. @ Mar 24, 2009, 9:02 am) |
| There's a calculator on the parent/sister site. |
http://www.killthecan.org/Scroll to the bottom. You can keep track of how much you've saved since you quit.
bearattack - March 24, 2009 01:46 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (iuchewie @ Mar 24, 2009, 7:42 am) |
| QUOTE (O.D. @ Mar 24, 2009, 9:02 am) | | There's a calculator on the parent/sister site. |
http://www.killthecan.org/Scroll to the bottom. You can keep track of how much you've saved since you quit. |
I've been using that calculator from day 1 its a great resource to keep ur head in the game....
Though its not what I was getting at....
I fig if I were diagnosed with dip cancer I quess I would have payed 20plus K$$$ for the cancer.... Not a wise purchase
Fukukodiak
ScooterScum - March 24, 2009 03:57 PM (GMT)
And guess what? The govt. is fixing to add a $0.62 per can tax. Think of all that future money you will be saving. It's like getting a tax break for us quitters!!!!!!!
Move Forward - March 24, 2009 03:59 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (ScooterScum @ Mar 24, 2009, 10:57 am) |
| And guess what? The govt. is fixing to add a $0.62 per can tax. Think of all that future money you will be saving. It's like getting a tax break for us quitters!!!!!!! |
Another reason to quit!
bearattack - March 25, 2009 12:32 PM (GMT)
Day 27.... Unfuckingbelievable, if you asked me to put the kodiak down 28 days ago
I'd say no way no can do. Fogetbotit....
I know seasoning wifes dinner w kodismak
Must have been what they call hit bottom.
What else can be achieved in life with a true
Decision????? Is the decision what seperates winners and loosers, can this decision power be applied to biz, personal, family.... I suspect the decision need not only be a tool to get off lipshitz.
What other decisions can we help ourselves with???