I drink beer with almost every dinner meal. My Mom was Italian old country if it wasn't wine it was beer. She told me it helps with digestion so thereI think it's just FINE. LOL
We are all adults, and if someone doesn't like it they can go somewhere else.
My daughter would look askance at me, but I'm having my sandwich with a beer. Cause you know, I'm an adult and not driving anywhere and it's not hurting anyone. So there. LOL
I don't either if i don't have to.
My mom was first gen Am Italian.
I managed Skype, because of grands, after that, I didn’t give a shit.
So you ate very well. Do ya wanna share some recipes? huh? do ya? LOL
Fuck that! I'm not it. Get someone else who 1. Gives a shit and 2. Knows what the hell they may doing.Okay, you're drafted. Tell us what we need to set up... whatever.
Her parents were from the Turin part, Northern Italy...and she split when I was 4 and I was raised by my sister (oddly enough born the same day as me just 14 years earlier). So get a Stouffers and follow the directions, does that help?
That’s cold, blooded, auld one!Her parents were from the Turin part, Northern Italy...and she split when I was 4 and I was raised by my sister (oddly enough born the same day as me just 14 years earlier). So get a Stouffers and follow the directions, does that help?
Nahhh dude here's the cold part. She split with my sister's boyfriend. Seriously! He was 21, she was in her late 30's. I woke up one morning to her packing her shit..."Mom where you going...to the laundry mat". We fucking had a laundry downstairs in the basement. LOLThat’s cold, blooded, auld one!
), and taught me the love the rock and roll. What more can a young boy/man want?
Nahhh dude here's the cold part. She split with my sister's boyfriend. Seriously! He was 21, she was in her late 30's. I woke up one morning to her packing her shit..."Mom where you going...to the laundry mat". We fucking had a laundry downstairs in the basement. LOL
Here's how I look at. My dad was the coolest, greatest dad, a WWII Vet who taught more than I can ever repay. My sister was my mom and I will always love her, she passed many years ago, who got me stoned and laid for the first time (she had really nice friends
So since this took that turn. Here is one of her favorites...I'll always love you Kris.
hopefully I wasn’t to retarted no work today @Oldchucky I’m actually on a 3 week break then back at it only part time now been accepted for a carers pension for my mrs she has fybromyalgia, arthritis and probably mental issues from putting up with me so only 2/3 days a week if I want to good position to be in work is for slaves
might have to have another beer I think or I may die
No awwwww. I had a wonderful life growing up. And far far better than many. I had 3 squares, a cot, guns, weed and rock and roll. I wasn't beaten black and blue or sold. I had a typical middle class Chicago Region suburban area upbringing. My mom was just unhappy...found happiness and that's all good. But I just never "knew" her, or her recipes
. A song that often come to mind...again, my sister's love of rock is probably more an influence in me far more that my actual heritage. ...
Those yellow shades really help with the glare and allows me to drive at night but I don't do it unless absolutely necessary
Be Safe!
I quit drinking. It’s hockey tonight. My teams second game
maybe we can start thinking about scaling this shit up a little! Garbage cans can hold a lot of material! And as we all know, mo is bettah!