Hello friends. I come to you in a state of total desperation. I hope my story is not too long and I don’t speak out of turn. I was a good God-fearing wife before the accident. The Lord is my master and my husband is also my master. I made him his favorite pie twice a week, a $3 French Silk pie with ingredients from our Dollar Store. A Good Valu graham cracker shell ($1), a can of Special Taste chocolate filling ($1), and a Hershey Bar. I whipped up meringue using eggs from our chickens into stiff little peaks like the ones our loving God blessed me with for bosoms. I would sit for an hour and shave that Hershey Bar with a clean razor for the little shavings to top the pie.
We have our own compound in the Appalachian Mountains, the Praise Jesus ranch. Well, the problems started when we were riding our quads on the compound. I had mine full throttle as I’m ashamed to admit it was giving me quite the tingle in my dirty parts. The Lord our Savior apparently chose to punish me by sending a red squirrel right across my path. Not wanting to hurt one of God’s beautiful creations, I slammed on the brakes and went head first into the bentwood “P” on the gate of the Praise Jesus ranch.
I was in bed for over a month and I have been up and around now for a week, but something is very wrong with me. Whilst making my master’s favorite pie, I found myself getting very angry at the time it was taking to make the Hershey shavings. So I decided to take that bar outside and shoot it with my 12-gauge. Apparently though I didn’t separate the buckshot from the chocolate very well and my master broke three teeth. I deserved the lumps I received that night
I have always been a neat and obedient wife but I have now started to throw trash on the floor. Whilst at Friday evening services, my master bent down at the alter front and center at our beloved Mountain Dulcimer Baptist church, and lo and behold stuck to the bottom of his Dickies steel toe was one of the panty liners that I use to protect my pretty flowered unmentionables from my dirty parts. He took me out of there and I am starting to feel worse than I did the day of the accident
Lastly, I’m afraid I became quite the food sinner during my time of bed rest and although my master appreciates my bosoms in the front, he says he is not so fond of the ones in the back.
I hope you can find it in your hearts to help me. My favorite scripture is Lamentations 1:18 The LORD is righteous; for I have rebelled against his commandment: hear, I pray you, all people, and behold my sorrow: my virgins and my young men are gone into captivity.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Baiter
We have our own compound in the Appalachian Mountains, the Praise Jesus ranch. Well, the problems started when we were riding our quads on the compound. I had mine full throttle as I’m ashamed to admit it was giving me quite the tingle in my dirty parts. The Lord our Savior apparently chose to punish me by sending a red squirrel right across my path. Not wanting to hurt one of God’s beautiful creations, I slammed on the brakes and went head first into the bentwood “P” on the gate of the Praise Jesus ranch.
I was in bed for over a month and I have been up and around now for a week, but something is very wrong with me. Whilst making my master’s favorite pie, I found myself getting very angry at the time it was taking to make the Hershey shavings. So I decided to take that bar outside and shoot it with my 12-gauge. Apparently though I didn’t separate the buckshot from the chocolate very well and my master broke three teeth. I deserved the lumps I received that night

I have always been a neat and obedient wife but I have now started to throw trash on the floor. Whilst at Friday evening services, my master bent down at the alter front and center at our beloved Mountain Dulcimer Baptist church, and lo and behold stuck to the bottom of his Dickies steel toe was one of the panty liners that I use to protect my pretty flowered unmentionables from my dirty parts. He took me out of there and I am starting to feel worse than I did the day of the accident

Lastly, I’m afraid I became quite the food sinner during my time of bed rest and although my master appreciates my bosoms in the front, he says he is not so fond of the ones in the back.
I hope you can find it in your hearts to help me. My favorite scripture is Lamentations 1:18 The LORD is righteous; for I have rebelled against his commandment: hear, I pray you, all people, and behold my sorrow: my virgins and my young men are gone into captivity.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Baiter

Comment