Gosh, I remember those cold winter mornings when Ma would rustle up some whiskey and muffins for us so we’d have a nourishing breakfast to get us through the day.
Don’t forget the meth she’d sprinkle on top out of love.
Gosh, I remember those cold winter mornings when Ma would rustle up some whiskey and muffins for us so we’d have a nourishing breakfast to get us through the day.
Was that before or after ol Ma gave you your dose of meth? ;-)
Gosh, I remember those cold winter mornings when Ma would rustle up some whiskey and muffins for us so we’d have a nourishing breakfast to get us through the day.
Whiskey. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.
My grandma would pour her home made grape juice and lecture us on the evils of alcohol, well her juice was wine, yes grandma , I want more, dad staring at us like yep keep it up...growing up in the country hay fights..lol