DePasta
Stop it! That tickles!
It's Saturday and I walk in the door to see my wife laying on the floor. In here hands was the reminants of an exploded package in her hands. The front door was blown wide open. The bomb was disguised under the poker winnings from Wednesday night. Her last faithful words were not "I love you" or "Take care of our daughter" they were "I think you've been bombed", unfortunately for her she was correct. Now she want me to avenge her.
Thanks mrjinglesusa you are awesome :thumbs:!
Dan
Thanks mrjinglesusa you are awesome :thumbs:!
Dan