And then after breakfast some mystery reach arounds from random dudes in the truck stop shower stall.
Idiot drops gun in Cracker Barrel injuring 3 people.
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Hmm. Did all of the talk about greasy sausage conjure up some Freudian feelings?
Well, the thread was partially about Cracker Barrel, and the reach arounds just come with the territory.
Agreed. I remember some awkward moments with some not so great holsters when I first started carrying and trying to figure out how to do so comfortably and securely, but I don't think I ever dropped my gun. Not saying it couldn't happen, but negligence would be required.
couple years back my husband dropped his G21 in Kroger, slid right down his pant leg, holster failed, or mabey his error, not sure but it was hillarious
That would probably be best posted in the Lounge under the Twin Peaks section of the forum
Uncle Herschel's Favorite
The act of molesting and/or penetrating the most elderly waitress at Cracker Barrel.
History: Uncle Herschel had a impulsive sexual taste for old women, near death. Uncle Herschel's Favorite is an act, a documented chain of events comprised from Herschel's most coveted and well known encounter.
Prerequisites:
Her tits must sag like Two Eggs over easy. You must jiggle (earthquake test) to ensure maturity.
The act:
Using three fingers you then must enter her rectum in a pinching motion, pulling out any loose debris, then feeding her the Mashbrown Asserole before it can be contaminated from the outside air. It must be fresh and ripe and done so in a sweeping motion. Or if you prefer, that step can be bypassed if you'd rather insert an entire fried apple in her a-hole. There must be a Sawmill Gravy run in her panties, and her inner vaginal walls must be the consistency of grits. Both can only be tested only with your tongue, and no pinching of the nose is allowed. You then have to pick your meat and insert it whichever hole is still duty-free, while balancing the triangular peg game on her head.
Any deviation, and it's not an Uncle Herscel's Favorite... Just nastyness, plus extensive jailtime.
Bob: I'm horny.
Neil: I'm hungry.
Bob: Want to goto Cracker Barrel?
Neil: Hell yea, what are you gonna eat?
Bob: I'm probably gonna get an Uncle Herschel's Favorite
lol, got to be a Kroger, we were in line, and well a couple older women and a soccer mom, gave the look from hell, I told my husband be ready to get frisked when one calls the cops, but checked out, and nothing.
side note, Kroger gas stations suck ass, I did save 40 cents a gallon Monday, but it takes so damn long to answer their pin pad fuel questions, and its like Christmas daily at those pumps, and the only one that I have found that offers the discount on diesel is the one on Hartley Bridge