WALLY’S FRY DADDY FRIDAY FUNNY

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13 Responses to WALLY’S FRY DADDY FRIDAY FUNNY

  1. now is wally the chicken thigh-leg combo or is he the pigeon???

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  2. Wally Fry says:

    LOL…I feel ambivalent about this one. Although I do love chickens. So much that I have one over for supper at least a couple of times a week. Oh, in line with this, Folks who keep chickens often give table scraps to them. Do that math lol.

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  3. hatrack4 says:

    When we lived in North Augusta, SC, we had an old-style Kentucky Fired Chicken place near the center of town, between the center of town and the bridge over the Savannah River to the center of Augusta, GA, our usual route going to church. The restaurant had the classic old neon sign, but some of the sign didn’t work. On the way to Augusta at night, the sign read “Ucky Fried I”. For the nearly ten years that we lived there, that is what we called it. Returning from Augusta, it was “Kent Fried k.” That never caught on.

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