http://www.navycs.com/blogs/2007/10/19/blame-the-village Navy SEO Blog containing the musings of a retired Navy Master Chief Sat, 17 May 2008 01:17:35 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 http://www.navycs.com/blogs/2007/10/19/blame-the-village#comment-80 angie Mon, 22 Oct 2007 22:59:58 +0000 http://www.navycs.com/blogs/2007/10/19/blame-the-village#comment-80 Great post...but what strikes me is the fact that I have now found someone who agrees with ME about the McDonald's pies!!! The ones now are absolute CRAP! I remember the old ones just as you describe them. I miss them. Now, I'm craving them. Thanks a lot! :) Great post…but what strikes me is the fact that I have now found someone who agrees with ME about the McDonald’s pies!!! The ones now are absolute CRAP! I remember the old ones just as you describe them. I miss them. Now, I’m craving them. Thanks a lot!

]]> http://www.navycs.com/blogs/2007/10/19/blame-the-village#comment-74 Kashmira Mon, 22 Oct 2007 16:05:33 +0000 http://www.navycs.com/blogs/2007/10/19/blame-the-village#comment-74 Oh my gosh, I instantly got a burning blister on the roof of MY mouth just when you started to say you were going to bite into. No matter how much you blew on it, it still stayed too hot to eat, yet we take another bite and your friend says, "take a drink, quick". So you take a drink of your coke now completely filling your entire mouth so that when you swallow the burning rampage of apples goes directly to your throat. But, you must, simply must finish that apple pie and man it took a long time to eat one with all the sweating and wiping napkins across your forehead. This is serious stuff here. Even the last bite of that wonderful fried apple pie was scorching hot. To think that someone must have used a fireman's glove to insert that blazing inferno into that small red box sleeve and then had to fold down the two sides to close it, you know they were glad to get that thing out of their vicinity, dreading the next order for a fried apple pie. Of course you had to wait a good week and a half for your throat to finally heal, but sure enough, you went right back and got another one of those pies from he**. Gosh, I miss those things. The Peacock Lady Oh my gosh, I instantly got a burning blister on the roof of MY mouth just when you started to say you were going to bite into. No matter how much you blew on it, it still stayed too hot to eat, yet we take another bite and your friend says, “take a drink, quick”. So you take a drink of your coke now completely filling your entire mouth so that when you swallow the burning rampage of apples goes directly to your throat. But, you must, simply must finish that apple pie and man it took a long time to eat one with all the sweating and wiping napkins across your forehead. This is serious stuff here. Even the last bite of that wonderful fried apple pie was scorching hot. To think that someone must have used a fireman’s glove to insert that blazing inferno into that small red box sleeve and then had to fold down the two sides to close it, you know they were glad to get that thing out of their vicinity, dreading the next order for a fried apple pie. Of course you had to wait a good week and a half for your throat to finally heal, but sure enough, you went right back and got another one of those pies from he**. Gosh, I miss those things. The Peacock Lady

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