WALLY’S FRY DADDY FRIDAY FUNNY

Posted on February 1, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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13 Responses to WALLY’S FRY DADDY FRIDAY FUNNY

  1. Julie (aka Cookie) says:
    February 1, 2019 at 11:58 am

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

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  2. Wally Fry says:
    February 1, 2019 at 2:57 pm

    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:
    February 2, 2019 at 12:00 pm

    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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