I peed my shirts today.
Despite the reputation for SnusOn being full of nothing but manly men, a few women, and PP, it is also a place to be completely honest. I feel like getting something out in the open. Today I was driving home and reading the "Chad is god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" thread on my iPhone (the safest of practices) and snusing the new Oden's Extreme. At which point, I felt something EXTREME forming below my waist. And I know what you're thinking, no, it's not my massive genitalia. We've all had the feeling before. Instead of reaching for a bottle or Johnny On The Spot (which I always keep in my glove box) I found the closest thing to me. Two of my favorite flannel shirts. Before I knew it a calm came over me and I felt both completely relieved and humiliated. Yes, fellow SnusOn'rs. I peed my shirts.
Fret not! I will not fill you in with the rest of the details.
On one hand, I'm laughing about this, on the other hand I'm pondering the meaning of my life. I can climb a mountain in my pajamas, I can lure Asian twins into threesomes with a simple raising of my eyebrow, I can double barrel 5 click prillas of GES, I can handle Sagedil's repeated lashings with the best of them. I can grow a beard in 7 minutes and I can withstand Whalen's attempt at humor.
But, I peed my shirts.
I know the 22mg had something to do with it, but I really can't explain much further. I'm at home right now with a scrub brush and some Oxy Clean and my two favorite flannel shirts, obviously spending the rest of the night cleaning the remains of my glorious golden shower.
Now I know what you're asking yourself. Will this affect my sterling reputation with the hottie coeds of my hometown? Will people at SnusOn still look up to me as "the dude who gives away a bunch of free shit?" Or will I always be known as the dude who peeds his shirts at SnusOn?
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
XOXO Chad
Despite the reputation for SnusOn being full of nothing but manly men, a few women, and PP, it is also a place to be completely honest. I feel like getting something out in the open. Today I was driving home and reading the "Chad is god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" thread on my iPhone (the safest of practices) and snusing the new Oden's Extreme. At which point, I felt something EXTREME forming below my waist. And I know what you're thinking, no, it's not my massive genitalia. We've all had the feeling before. Instead of reaching for a bottle or Johnny On The Spot (which I always keep in my glove box) I found the closest thing to me. Two of my favorite flannel shirts. Before I knew it a calm came over me and I felt both completely relieved and humiliated. Yes, fellow SnusOn'rs. I peed my shirts.
Fret not! I will not fill you in with the rest of the details.
On one hand, I'm laughing about this, on the other hand I'm pondering the meaning of my life. I can climb a mountain in my pajamas, I can lure Asian twins into threesomes with a simple raising of my eyebrow, I can double barrel 5 click prillas of GES, I can handle Sagedil's repeated lashings with the best of them. I can grow a beard in 7 minutes and I can withstand Whalen's attempt at humor.
But, I peed my shirts.
I know the 22mg had something to do with it, but I really can't explain much further. I'm at home right now with a scrub brush and some Oxy Clean and my two favorite flannel shirts, obviously spending the rest of the night cleaning the remains of my glorious golden shower.
Now I know what you're asking yourself. Will this affect my sterling reputation with the hottie coeds of my hometown? Will people at SnusOn still look up to me as "the dude who gives away a bunch of free shit?" Or will I always be known as the dude who peeds his shirts at SnusOn?
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
XOXO Chad
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