Posted by Dory in chickens
There’s good days, then there are days when you have to push your chicken’s insides back into her butthole. Twice.
There aren’t enough disinfectant wipes in the world. I need one for my brain, but I’m not sure which hole to stick it in. I know which one I’m NOT, I’ll tell you that for sure. It wouldn’t be the fastest route to my brain anyway. Well, my friends would probably say so, anyway.
Oh, honey; you’re not the only one that’s traumatized.
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Posted by Dory in default
Tom bought one powerball ticket yesterday — the first one since the mid 90s. Buying the second one this week.
Hire financial planner to maximize investment.
Give to charity — 10%. Give to friends & family — 25%.
Remainder: private island with one phone and no internet. Jet to fly in provisions and different friends & family a week at a time. Final Answer. Buh-bye.
photo: Hudson River Properties
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