So you're saying, from the bottom up: whipped cream, pumpkin pie, whipped cream, pecan pie, whipped cream? I'm in....It should be pecan pie on top.
That is how my mom eats pie!
I am NOT your mom!That is how my mom eats pie!
I don't like pie or whipped cream so . . . . I didn't get that from her.I am NOT your mom!
I know someone who shot through his ceiling trying to kill the squirrel in his attic! Yep!
Ok, I'm on my way to your house for pie and whipped cream, I AM NOT SHARING!!I don't like pie or whipped cream so . . . . I didn't get that from her.
I miss my Mother in Law, I miss her pecan pie & red velvet Cake.So you're saying, from the bottom up: whipped cream, pumpkin pie, whipped cream, pecan pie, whipped cream? I'm in.
QUIT HACKING MY BANK ACCOUNT
A thing of precision is beauty to behold! Bayonets attached no less!
A thing of precision is beauty to behold! Bayonets attached no less!
I bet by the end of basic several of them were looking much better to all yallThere’s a memory thats stayed with me all these years. The first time I saw precision marching. I’d just arrived in boot camp. 100 guys and myself were herded like cattle to the chow hall. Still in bluejeans, a bunch of civilians. We didn’t know how to march much less form a single line from nonexistent columns. We were standing in front of the chow hall trying to figure this out when…
A female company marched up to the space beside us. They were a week from graduation. Perfect in appearance (per military dress)… and they could march. They came up the street in 6 columns and made a perfect right turn into the empty space, every girl in perfect step and stopped instantly with one sound. Those girls could march!!!
I was impressed, I remember watching them as they came up the street. The rest of the time I felt bad for the girls in boot camp. Badly fitted dumpy uniforms (a sack would have fit better), no makeup, no hair or nail care and many with birth control glasses. As women they looked like hell… but they could march!
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