Pickled What?

The high school now serves pickled eggs at lunch. I know what you're thinking...by far the most nasty snack a person could have. It smells up the whole school, not to mention the breath of the whack jobs who eat them...sick.
However, it brings me back to the days of pickled gizzards. My Uncle Brent used to own the Bar in Neudorf Sask. called the Gizzard Inn. And yes, you guessed it...they served pickled gizzards. After eating one of those.... pickled eggs are nothing.


H

Graduating Class of 2006

We may be a small group, but we are so darn cool!

Ralph's Announcement In Church Today...

....the Edmonton cemetery...yes, that's where we train our lutheran pastors...
Oh Ralph.

Wanna join the pants party?

So we are addicted to anchorman. However Brenda and I have put a completely new meaning to the definanition "pants party". Now I know your like...heck yeah i wanna be there, but not to this one boys and girls. There is a serious need for some serious ball chopping off of some seriously dumb people. So hand us the elastics and scissors and we'll be ready to kick start this event!
You might wanna think twice before joining this pants party.
H&B