Snuff

A struggling businessman took his new client to a bar. One of those joints with a cigar room.They even had snuff boxes on the bar with complimentary snuff. The client had a great time, and commented on how much he enjoyed the snuff. After the client left, the businessman tipped the barman an extra $100, on the proviso that the same snuff was on the bar the following week. Anyway the day they businessman is returning, the barman checks and he is out of snuff. He walks across to the tobacconist to get some more, and finds the tobacconist is also out of stock. Damn.
When walking back to the bar he finds a dry dog turd on the grass that looks just the right colour. He scoops it up, crumbles it into little pieces and puts it in the snuffbox. When the businessman comes in with his client they sit down and start drinking, occasionally catching a faint whiff of dog turd. They check their shoes but find nothing. Eventually the client reaches over to the snuffbox, grabs a good pinch of dog turd and snorts it right up both nostrils. He shakes his head, his eyes water and he exclaims "Damn thats good snuff; I can smell that dogshit better than ever now!"