You hillbillies and your spit tobacco. Don't y'all know that shit will rot your teefs?
I went to hang out in Odenville one time back when I was in high school. There was this fine ass chick that my cousin went to school with that he wanted me to meet. I get to the Piggly Wiggly parking lot at the intersection of highway 411 and 174 (that's where shit went down in Odenville), found my cousin, and waited on this girl to show up. She gets there and we start chatting it up, and I came to the realization that she was worthy of some funky cold medina. Right about the time I was going to throw down some of my "A game" material on her, she whips out a can of Skoal - the old school kind, cardboard container with the metal lid - does the side grip wrist snap packing motion, and then puts a gigantic dip between her cheek and gum that would have made Dandy Don Meredith envious. Grossed me the hell out. There was no way, no way in hell, that a chick who could fill out a pair of Levi's like her should be putting shit like that in her mouth.
I walked back over to my cousin and called him an asshole. He said, "What's wrong with that? Most of the girls up here dip". I responded that I wasn't a picky kind of fellow, but I didn't want snuff stains on the side of my pecker. He laughed and called me a city boy.
Needless to say, I never went back looking for love in Odenville.