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Well, the punishment is self-imposed. My breath is as sunny as dew sprinkled dawn, however, my over indulgence is what stinks.

According to G a dew sprinkled lawn comes from fairy farts.........
 
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Beaner he insisted that I ride along. I think that was so he wouldn't have to worry about getting lost looking for your imaginary house.
Or so there was company in case he heard banjo music
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If I ever find an alpaca that needs a loving home, I am getting it. It's all a matter of timing, now. He already tacitly gave permission when he admitted he'd rather we adopted an alpaca instead of a foster child. It did occur to me that I could start buying alpaca care supplies just to rattle his world a little. But I need to wait until the coop remodel is complete
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Buffy, it sounds like you had a migraine to me, not potato liquor overindulgence. Three drinks in four hours? Easy peasy.

Lori, I was telling my DH about your culled chicken donations to the raptor center. He thought that was pretty neat.
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That's for sure. And sometimes she's even surreal.

You can't butter me up for my pvc pipe, young lady. It taint workin.
 
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Well, the punishment is self-imposed. My breath is as sunny as dew sprinkled dawn, however, my over indulgence is what stinks.

According to G a dew sprinkled lawn comes from fairy farts.........

Actually that could be fairy urine....cuz the fairy fart was white and sparkley...like dac's dandruff.
 
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I did that for my local raptor rehab too....they said we didn't have to pay for the tour since we donated food. Now that I can do...I still slipped some cashola into thier donation box. They had a horde of baby foxes that they saved from being coats. We got to walk in the cage with them and there were 2 unreleasable substitute mama foxes that cared for them, one was an arctic fox. How often does one see an arctic fox in the middle of corn country? ya don't.
 
Ok, so my sister was wanted by the cops the other day. Somehow there was a mix up at the gas pump. Someone prepaid her gas pump---they must have read the number of the pump wrong. My sis swiped her card...filled her gas...drove off. Well, they found her.
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So she had to drive back and pay. oooh the fun of life.
 
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Thanks, I feel better. I did also have raw onions, a lot of them in the salad my friend made. I usually don't eat quantities of raw onions, so maybe that was the object of my tummy's wrath.
 
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