It's gotta be dip. I hate the flavor and the effects, but there's something so satisfying about grossing out everyone in your vicinity with an old diet coke bottle full of saliva and spent tobacco. You've gotta be extremely loud about it too.
Nah, really, Newports. Growing up, my grandfather told me Menthol cigarettes were "N****R Breathmints". The subtle, entrenched racism of Boston. You have the townies who would probably still lynch the right person in the right circumstances, then you've got the college types. It's a tale of two cities. I guess it's reallly not funny at all. Boston has a veneer of class, but below that is probably one of the most casually racist citites north of the deep south.
Bwahstin Strwong Baby