When I was a kid my great grandmother was in a nursing home with a fella that had chewed tobacco and smoked a corn cob pipe for a lot of years. He wore a bandana around his face and couldn't talk because the majority of the bottom portion of his jaw was missing. He had a feeding tube because there was no way he could feed himself.

Man, he sure looked cool in that drool soaked bib.

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I forgot to mention one of my favorite parts of that story...he grew his own tobacco. He didn't buy the processed stuff. His own, pure, clean product did that to him.

Damn... Fuck.