The Third Reich had the one pot meal and it will be coming soon to the Bidenreich.
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CallmelennieJune 19, 2022, 6:42 AM
So, let me see if I’ve got the gist of this video. Trans Caucasian She-Hulk of a wife performs hours of back breaking labor in all phases of meal preparation, to include using an ax to create the heat source for her primitive oven. And all this as cute bunnies twitch their cute bunny noses in their cute bunny pens
Meanwhile, her husband does his fair share of meal prepping labors by collecting flowers in a field where cute puppies frolic … You have really outdone yourself on this one, GVDL
PaddyJune 19, 2022, 10:51 AM
I’ll betcha that ol’ gal is tougher than a keg of square nails.
Snakepit KansasJune 20, 2022, 5:40 PM
Henceforth, toughen up a little bit! Yeah that gal is tough, grew up on a farm. She doesn’t look starved for calories I would say, to be nice.
My cousin and 2X Afghanistan toured veteran via invite from the 82nd Airborne, invited his brothers, a few friends and I to a camping adventure out in Butler County. Mostly plains with a few ponds and a enough trees to avoid the sun, and to camp under.
My cousin had an agenda marked on a printed chart broken out into 15 minute increments. OK. Mid-way into the agenda there was a pistol shooting exercise that moved into a camp fire building event along with a young goat which he decapitated quickly and quite humanely. All of us have camped, hunted and shot guns prior, but we were there to process through his agenda. We gutted and skinned the goat. We roasted that animal as our surprise dinner.
I would have been happy with a can of tamales, but this was my cousin’s event. We also had a couple loaves of French bread but that was it. Campfire roasted goat and bread. Oh yeah, and beer. That is adequate camping for me. If you wanted Jello or Waldorf salad with a lightly chilled Chenin Blanc also, you were at the wrong event.
Toward dusk, most of the guys set up tents. My cousin had this weird military cold weather jumpsuit, put it on, and slept in a chair next to the fire, with bare feet. I wasn’t going to put up any fag tent and simply put my sleeping bag on a cot in the open, then pegged down a tarp, loosely over top to avoid moisture from condensation. A horse came by twice during the night and pulled the tarp off of me. Bastard.
My other cousins all slept in tents and told me the next day they froze their asses off that night. They thought I was badass for camping in the open. I didn’t tell them I froze my ass off too. That was a great event. If I could definitively count on bad weather, a campout in the rain would be a good experience in the future.
I think I had a point when I started writing this but I lost that train of thought. Regardless, it was interesting to see Gerard’s post of the farm work and cooking of that goat.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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The Third Reich had the one pot meal and it will be coming soon to the Bidenreich.
We’re all in this together, comrades.
One big happy patriotic egalitarian rainbow latrine family.
Forward! Yes we can!
So, let me see if I’ve got the gist of this video. Trans Caucasian She-Hulk of a wife performs hours of back breaking labor in all phases of meal preparation, to include using an ax to create the heat source for her primitive oven. And all this as cute bunnies twitch their cute bunny noses in their cute bunny pens
Meanwhile, her husband does his fair share of meal prepping labors by collecting flowers in a field where cute puppies frolic … You have really outdone yourself on this one, GVDL
I’ll betcha that ol’ gal is tougher than a keg of square nails.
Henceforth, toughen up a little bit! Yeah that gal is tough, grew up on a farm. She doesn’t look starved for calories I would say, to be nice.
My cousin and 2X Afghanistan toured veteran via invite from the 82nd Airborne, invited his brothers, a few friends and I to a camping adventure out in Butler County. Mostly plains with a few ponds and a enough trees to avoid the sun, and to camp under.
My cousin had an agenda marked on a printed chart broken out into 15 minute increments. OK. Mid-way into the agenda there was a pistol shooting exercise that moved into a camp fire building event along with a young goat which he decapitated quickly and quite humanely. All of us have camped, hunted and shot guns prior, but we were there to process through his agenda. We gutted and skinned the goat. We roasted that animal as our surprise dinner.
I would have been happy with a can of tamales, but this was my cousin’s event. We also had a couple loaves of French bread but that was it. Campfire roasted goat and bread. Oh yeah, and beer. That is adequate camping for me. If you wanted Jello or Waldorf salad with a lightly chilled Chenin Blanc also, you were at the wrong event.
Toward dusk, most of the guys set up tents. My cousin had this weird military cold weather jumpsuit, put it on, and slept in a chair next to the fire, with bare feet. I wasn’t going to put up any fag tent and simply put my sleeping bag on a cot in the open, then pegged down a tarp, loosely over top to avoid moisture from condensation. A horse came by twice during the night and pulled the tarp off of me. Bastard.
My other cousins all slept in tents and told me the next day they froze their asses off that night. They thought I was badass for camping in the open. I didn’t tell them I froze my ass off too. That was a great event. If I could definitively count on bad weather, a campout in the rain would be a good experience in the future.
I think I had a point when I started writing this but I lost that train of thought. Regardless, it was interesting to see Gerard’s post of the farm work and cooking of that goat.