Cold Seattle morning. I'm riding shotgun and my buddy has his window open and the heat blasting. He stops to get gas and takes a looong time to pay the cashier. I'm getting cold, so I roll up his window before he gets back.
Returning, he's mumbling something about how damn expensive chewing tobacco has become, I don't really think much about it.
A mile down the road, he turns his head left and spits the nastiest wad of spent tobacco and spit ALL OVER his window, it covers 3/4 of it and is running down all over everything.
He manages to get out a "WHAT THE F~~~?????" just before I break out into the most side splitting laugh of my life!
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Dave W.
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1996 Redd
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