TuckyTiger

Several ancestors in the 7th Miss. Amite Rifles.

I got the soap when I said a bad word in earshot of my momma.

The 7brew around here stays packed to the gills and the Starbucks looks deserted.

I got that way about four years ago and death would have been a relief . It’s bad.

Those two yellow jackets that flew up my short britches while I was playing left field at the church softball game, caused quite the scene. I was just standing there minding my own business when the things got a little crazy. All I could do was grab handfuls of shorts and squeeze, hoping whatever the hades was in there would stop, all the while jumping up and down reciting my Sunday school lesson backwards. The swelling was impressive but could have done without the pain.

We can call it the shrimp étouffée conference that way we can still keep the SEC on the field and the uniforms and save that much money at least

The ZF transmission is legit.

Melt

Got to see her perform back in 2010 when she made a surprise appearance at the Dixie Stampede lobby area in Pigeon Forge. Was only about 6 feet from us.
Really cool.

I didn’t actually see it but my dad was drafted to go to Vietnam. My grandfather had become disabled and by that time my father basically took care of everything around their little farm. My grandfather went to see the judge at our parish courthouse and was able to secure the paperwork dismissing my dad from his draft status because he basically provided for the family. My dad ripped the papers in half believing he could never live with himself if he didn’t go. He went to Fort Polk and served for a year, combat infantry in 1969.

Lives Nextdoor to some of my family members now.