Half the rent has to come from somewhere...new

So, this is about my roomate, who, by the way, has random contributions on the AIM pages of the blog -- Gbradley232 -- gee, I wonder what his name is.

Ok, GO!
He isn't really a "dipper", but he likes to dip. You know, like someone who smokes the occassional cigarette, joint, rack of animal flesh, or rival gang member. It's just something he does when he's in the mood for it. (Like sometimes I'm in the mood to watch chicks with horses.) I'm not sure how familiar you are with dip (snuff), but they [the evil tobacco companies] "prepare" dip a couple different ways. You can get long cut, short cut, and recently, "bandits". Bandits are like the tea-bag (non sexual, unfortunately) equivalent to dip. You know, its just a tiny little bag full of dip. So you don't have to worry with getting a bunch of dip in your teeth and what not. It's no-mess. And if the bandit isn't enough dip for you to really enjoy the experience, then you can put in more than one bandit. Up the dosage, if you will. Seems practical, right. Well, it is. So, my roomate and I are at 7/11 so he can get some dip. And, naturally, I bring up Bandits.

Me: "Hey, you should get bandits, it seems like a neat idea."
Him: "What? That's such a pussy thing to buy... fucking bandits..."
Me: "Why? It seems so much cleaner and easier."
Him: "No real man would ask for bandits."
Me: "What would I know about that? But, alright, I trust ya."

so we walk up to the counter so he can get his stuff.

Him: "Yea... can I get a can of apple skoal?"

anyone else find this ironic?