The whole trailer shook when JimBob slammed the door on his way out.
“Berneice, that man gonna explode from mad one of these days. And with his heart — Uh uh.”
Berneice kept stirring the gravy; JimBob didn’t like it lumpy.
“Well, Lord’ll decide that one. I just try and help Him along as best I can.” Berneice winked at Loreen as she threw an extra mound of bacon grease in the gravy.
She added more salt.
FUNNY!! I think this recipe is in my cookbook.
I’ll bet! It is so funny that our minds were so in tune this morning.
LOL! I made this for dinner last night!
gah. Sorry I missed it….
We all sure did have a food theme this week!
I know, I think that’s really interesting…and another example of synchronicity.
Little grease keeps the pipes lubed if you ask me.
And northerners wonder why they have to eat so much bran to keep themselves regular.
heh heh. I gotta say I’m a tad queasy though….
How deliciously evil.
Thank you! I’m glad you picked up on the evil.
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