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June 27, 2006

Deadly drool: Chewing tobacco in noodles sickens 30

We hear a lot about the dangers of secondhand smoke, but let's not overlook the dangers of second-hand chewing tobacco...

Chewing Tobacco in Noodles Sickens 30 PHNOM PENH, Cambodia (AP) -- Thirty Cambodians suffered food poisoning after eating homemade noodles contaminated with chewing tobacco that had dropped into the batter from the cook's mouth, police said Monday. [...]

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Oh, hurl.

My soon-to-be-ex-BIL used to chew tobacco. I have a thing about spitting, and I had a very hard time being in his presence while he was walking around with a spit cup expectorating brown goo periodically. I was so happy he took up smoking.

I hope they didn't say anything bad about drinking bong water. Hey, when you're a drunk and stupid high school kid you'll do almost anything on a dare. Don't tell me none of you have ever done that.

Anyone?

Gee, and I thought it was gross when the rancher kids would spit chaw on the hallway floor in high school. I guess I just wasn't bringing my imagination fully to bear.

Anyone?

Sorry John, but nope...never tried it. Not that I didn't think about it on a couple of occasions...

So c'mon, don't hold back: did it get you off? or just make you ralph?*

*Apologies to anyone named Ralph...in keeping with the spirit of John's comment, I'm in high school mode here.

I almost blew chow, UK. Came really, really close but managed to keep it down. I learned to never drink and smoke again, a lesson I remembered well until the very next weekend, and then the next weekend, etc. Lather, rinse, repeat. You know how it goes.

A little more than thirty years ago, my idea of a good time was drinking and smoking with the other lads in my austerely furnished party room: a lamp and a table and on it a stereo and an ashtray. Not everyone used the ashtray.
And so when I returned from seeing home a friend who was even drunker than I,lacking unopened beer, I just felt around the empties on the table an found one both cold and not that empty. I took a sip and behold, a miracle! The Budweiser tasted like Guiness stout!
I took another swig, and as I did, saw the insouciant cigarette butt mocking me in the beer. I think the shock of it was the reason I remember the incident from among those hazy Saturday nights. I expected to get sick, but all I got was the queasy memory.
Bong water? My little brother, in his mid-teens a few years earlier, hurt so much from a dearth of cannabis that he and a friend drank the bilge, clawing for a buzz. My brother came down with "jungle fever" and wept with the chills overnight. I must be a terrible person: it still makes me laugh.

Thirty kids? From one wad of chew? I don't buy it. Disgusting, no doubt, but that ain't enough nicotine to sicken that many people.
However, speaking of chew, just how did that filthy excrement become popular again when just a decade or two back it was relegated to stupid, hillbilly cartoon characters like Snuffy Smith and B.O. Plenty. (Yeah, I know, I'm dating myself.)

cfrost,

They introduced flavors like "berry blend" and "apple". Just like candy. mmmmm....

Make that thirty-one. I'm queasy just reading this.

Smokers rule, chewers drool! (Yes, I need to quit smoking. I just couldn't resist that one, though.)


I'm sure the invisible stomach of the market will take care of that little lo mein shop in no time, whatsoever.

Has anyone thought to test the cook for various diseases? Seriously, if this poor person has saliva that will nauseate 30 people, he might need some medical attention, and quick!

cfrost - maybe the cook chewed Popeye-like quantities...

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