From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
My Chef Won't Let Me Lose Any Weight
Snapshots from The Home For Wayward Veterans: Chef Mike, head chef here at the Veterans Home, does his culinary magic. The other cook, Marie, is no slouch herself. Between the two of them, I'll never be able to lose any weight as long as I stay here at the Home For Wayward Veterans!
Tags: Chef Mike, shelter chef, shelter cook, chief shelter cook, home for wayward veterans, homeless veterans
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