abiquiuense
Veteran Member
Not even a "Ptooey." I shall have you know that that is the sound of someone standing above stuff like that. "Ptooey."
I shall advice you not to make that sound when hunting Mule Deer. They will hear you and you can kiss your pemmican goodbye. Pemmican is an old, indigenous word for pulverized animal tissue; good for toothless wonders. We, on the other hand, sliced tissue, paper thin, then hung the strips on myDad's clothes line, made of galvanized steel, and chased flies all day, until the flies went away. Then, we ate the "cecinas," straight from the air.
Dad, on the other hand would pulverize the meat, mix-mix pulverized piñón nuts, mix-mix spices, all kinds, and coat his finger, stick it in his mouth, sweet, sweet, mmmmmm, ...
And, when. you mix in some creamed avocado, OMG.
Ah, those were the days, myFriend.
Miss My Dad, So, So Much. And Mom taught him fractions. Together, they took his new-found skill, learned with his WWII, GI bill, at El Rito Normal School, and they designed and made a house full of bloody furniture. I have the blue prints. If you look closely, at the foot rest, besides that we used shoes on that, it also has my first tooth marks; mmm, tasty.
The estate chasers took the furniture, but, I hid the cabinet that he hacked apart to install myMom's new kitchen, in our new house, that Dad built, with my five year old expertise.
I shall advice you not to make that sound when hunting Mule Deer. They will hear you and you can kiss your pemmican goodbye. Pemmican is an old, indigenous word for pulverized animal tissue; good for toothless wonders. We, on the other hand, sliced tissue, paper thin, then hung the strips on myDad's clothes line, made of galvanized steel, and chased flies all day, until the flies went away. Then, we ate the "cecinas," straight from the air.
Dad, on the other hand would pulverize the meat, mix-mix pulverized piñón nuts, mix-mix spices, all kinds, and coat his finger, stick it in his mouth, sweet, sweet, mmmmmm, ...
And, when. you mix in some creamed avocado, OMG.
Ah, those were the days, myFriend.
Miss My Dad, So, So Much. And Mom taught him fractions. Together, they took his new-found skill, learned with his WWII, GI bill, at El Rito Normal School, and they designed and made a house full of bloody furniture. I have the blue prints. If you look closely, at the foot rest, besides that we used shoes on that, it also has my first tooth marks; mmm, tasty.
The estate chasers took the furniture, but, I hid the cabinet that he hacked apart to install myMom's new kitchen, in our new house, that Dad built, with my five year old expertise.
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