At 09:50 AM 6/25/98 +0000, you wrote: >Margaret Lauterbach <gardeners@globalgarden.com> wrote: > >> At 10:42 AM 6/25/98, you wrote: >> >At 07:17 AM 6/25/98 -0400, you wrote: >> >>Skoal don' make no snuff, George (I don' think). >> >>They make chewing tobacco! >> >> >> >>Bambi--Who never dipped either! Although many of the women in our family >> >>did--grandma used to like Peach snuff or some such thing >> > >> >No chewing bacca from Skoal, only snuff. Wintergreen, mint, and regular, >> >nasty stuff, gotta watch where you're walking on a construction site. Yuchh. >> > >> >George, who chawed a little Days Work and Brown's Mule in his day but never >> >no snuff. >> > >> What did you turn to when you gave up your corncob pipe, Bambi? Margaret > >Dear B. Lawndale, > >When Cousin Bambie gave up the pipe she took up with men. Says they >don't give you cancer, cepting Jimbo, theyze just irritatin. Sorta >like polyester pants in muggy weather. > >Cousin Beulah Mae Wal, now, Cousin, you really make yer mark when you wear polyester pants in muggy weather, especially if you sit down on some of that virgin vinyl or leather. All the world kin see when ye get up that your butt would obscure a unfolded newspaper. Mebbe two axhandles acrosst. Me, I just don't sit when I'm a wearin' them. Period. Bad enough they cling to yer legs. Bad as scared cats, in that respect. Yours, Lawndale