Nasty story...

In college, I smoked, drank, and chewed tobacco. Just a slow death, lol. Well, I had gotten into the habit of spitting tobacco into empty beer bottles and had been working on filling up a 40oz bottle of Crazy Horse. One night, we're all drunk and high as hell. I was chewing tobacco and spitting in my bottle and realized it was filled. So being a naive and immature college student at the time, I thought it was so cool I filled up this big ass bottle with tobacco juice. So while I was baked out of my head, I put it in the closet in my room.

Well, your body is made of all kinds of chemicals and materials. When those materials decay and break down, they tend to produce gases...

One morning, we're all in the suite and getting ready for classes. As we start leaving, there's a dull but loud 'POP'. I thought maybe someone threw a snowball at the window in our room. I walk into my room and don't see anything, but smell something 'sweet'. I open the closet door and the bottle of tobacco juice has exploded all over my clothes all on some of my roommates stuff. HE WAS PISSED!! So I took him shopping and paid a few dry cleaning bills for him and learned an important lesson...never hide anything while you're high.