Death of a Tobacco Pouch

Okay, other than the time that I lost a tobacco pouch in a parking lot somewhere, I’ve had a tragedy occur in my little pouch family.

I had a rollup pouch that I love, with a latex lining. Well, a few tears were starting to show up in the latex, so I shelved my beloved pouch and bought a replacements. Actually, I bought several replacements, because they seemed to keep getting smaller and harder to open.

Finally, annoyed, I resurrected the rollup pouch. Our relationship resumed where it left off. Me stuffing it until it looked like a giant burrito.

Giant Burritos

Over the past week, things between us have gotten weird. I’d dip in the pouch for tobacco, and it would be empty. But I could feel it in there somewhere. Shrugging, I just kept refilling it.

Today my pouch ran dry, and the lump in it had just gotten larger. I got out a bright desk light, and investigated. Turns out one of the tears in the latex had grown, and the pouch had been hiding the tobacco behind the pouch, and it was almost impossible to get to easily.

I carefully dug out all the tobacco that seemed to be in it, then pulled out the latex. Well, guess I didn’t get all the tobacco out of it, as tobacco went flying everywhere. That’s it. My special relationship with my giant burrito of a pouch is officially over. I may dump the corpse in a ravine.

Anyway, it’s hard to start dating again…er, I mean finding a replacement pouch without fondling each one to see how deep and wide it is. Hmm…this is sounding more pornographic by the moment. So…do you guys have any suggestions? Need a pouch that can hold a lot of tobacco, I can still jam into a pocket regardless if it makes my ass look like it has mumps, and won’t cheat on me. Forget that last part, but you get the idea.

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