pack a missile
From New Hampshire, this is when you jam so much skoal in your mouth it looks like your face is melting. You’re not chewing, you’re trying to survive.
My cousin packed a missile so hard, his face turned purple and he cried like a baby.
My uncle packs a missile every morning like it’s a religion.
I tried to pack a missile once, now my tongue tastes like the inside of a prison cell.