The spit mania

Spitting is a waste habit one can have. If you are addicted to pan masala or some other ‘shit smelling’ things, spitting becomes an involuntary activity. Haven’t you seen filthy, reddish spittle full of pus? (Sorry, I do not have any picture to insert here.) Let’s see what would be the attitude of a person who spit on the common places.
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I spit.
I see (my) spittle everywhere.
I can (will) spit anywhere in India because I ‘m an Indian.
I spit on the roads and pavements,
I spit on the walls and the casements.
I spit better from the BEST or the trains.
Yesterday I could even spit on somebody’s head (idiot he is!)
I really like my spittle. (Saliva that’s come out of my mouth)
It’s very spicy and reddened by a range of gutkhas and panmasalas.
I like my spittle bubbles on the tip of my moustache.
It’s nice to spit when there is a slight wind (at least it will reach somewhere)