Alright, the shitposting's getting too intense, let me clean things up.
I am a recovering nicotine addict, my former vice being a good ol' can of Grizzly Long Cut Straight, the flavor of the can Dad dropped on the driveway on his way to work when I was a teenager. Yes, it can cause cancer, discolor your teeth, is a vice, etc., but I have many fond memories out under the moonlight on a log reeling from that first can. I'd be out alone cutting wood or hunting and having a lip packed was a nice solace and left me relaxed, at least until I started getting cravings. I eventually had to quit because I have a predisposition for addiction, and since nicotine is already very addictive, it was becoming a handicap in my life, but I respect the choices of those around me to put whatever they want in their bodies.
To those who are ranting about how it doesn't belong /out/, go eat a dick. I have many fond /out/ memories of hiking, exploring abandoned cabins, and felling trees with my best friend, and most of those times I had a pinch of canned cancer in my lip. I wasn't a smoker, so I didn't litter butts all over the place and stink up my clothes, and I recycled every can I used.
To the smokers on /out/: if you dispose of your butts properly, have a cookie. If you leave them by the trailside, however, share a dick with the complainers.
