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Holy Yolks

A chicken farmer belittled native folks. He said their beliefs were akin to jokes. The natives put a curse on him He laughed and called it a whim. Until his chickens had eggs minus yolks.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 6/27/2015 12:17:00 AM
G'day Paul... this might have upset the chicken farmer Paul, but he'll get over it when the chefs who make meringues get word of it he'll make a fortune; they discard the yolks... however, I wouldn't be happy buying his cackleberries - thanks Paul - Lindsay
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Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/28/2015 11:41:00 PM
Lindsay, I hadn't thought of that--a thriving market for yolkless eggs! But, dang it, you're always several sentences ahead of me. Thanks, as always, for stopping by with an insightful comment.
Date: 6/26/2015 9:50:00 PM
Cute one, Paul! Love, Kim
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Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/26/2015 9:59:00 PM
Thank you, Kim. Your encouraging words never fail to lift my spirits. Hugs and love.

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