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Originally posted by wynndi
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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That's beautiful!
Reminds me of the time I was driving to work and stopped at what we called the "eternal stoplight." I was hungover from the night before, so wasn't in a good mood. I see the guy to my right, out of the corner of my eye. He's coughing, rather violently. I turned and looked just in time to see him blow a great big loogy on his window. His eyes met mine, just as I started laughing -- he was trapped, with no place to go, an did not find it amusing. I thought my head would burst with each laugh (from the hangover), but, there was no stopping it. I laughed all the way to work. The look on that guy's face as we sat through the "eternal stoplight" was priceless.
Of course, after I stopped laughing, I realized that, if his window had been down, he'd've blown the loogy on my car.
