• Dory Can’t Remember Diddly!

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    Dory hails from Cedar Rapids IA
    dory at cant remember diddly dot com

    All my social media links can be found at jenness asby dot com

    So now you should "Follow" me or "Friend" me or "Like" me
    or just bite the head off my chicken and wear it as a hat
    or whatever you kids do to *pathetically whines* beee myyy frieeeend.
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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. 

buff orpington hen in a kennel

Oh, honey; you’re not the only one that’s traumatized.

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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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