All this talk about pending legislation makes me imagine snusers as fighting some dark, Orwellian government in the near future. I can almost see how we'll get our snus, too. You'll be running low, and all of a sudden, get a strange letter. It's only got your name on the envelope, no stamp or return address. Then you open it up, and it says, "Meet me at the spot, at the normal time. You know which one. If there are lingonberries in the pine tree, the meeting's been compromised; keep moving. The password: "minoritetsladningsbærerdiffusjonskoeffisientmålingsapp aratur." If you cannot repeat this, the delivery shall not occur"
Makes me kind of chuckle to myself, whenever I think about that. Just picture two people dressed in black, with their faces obscured, meeting in the dead of night to pass rolls of snus like they were state secrets. Well, we can hope that if legislation does have to screw us, at least they could be kind enough to let the future be so amusing.
Makes me kind of chuckle to myself, whenever I think about that. Just picture two people dressed in black, with their faces obscured, meeting in the dead of night to pass rolls of snus like they were state secrets. Well, we can hope that if legislation does have to screw us, at least they could be kind enough to let the future be so amusing.
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