Attitudinal Hen

Hen: I am part of life's greatest mystery, so there.

Which did come first, the chicken or the egg? Why did the chicken cross the road? SOMEbody knows.

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P.L. Frederick said…
You're welcome, Poopsie! (That's my little nickname for you, not due to some embarrassing story about you.) (Although if you have one I'll listen! Embarrassing, that is.)
August 20, 2010
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September 05, 2010
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September 10, 2010
Anonymous said…
Hello,

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May I use part of the information from this post right above if I give a backlink back to your website?

Thanks,
Charlie
October 14, 2010
P.L. Frederick said…
Charlie Anonymous: Sure, as long as it meets these Creative Commons conditions and isn't used in a derogative manner, such as belittling people. I always appreciate links to Small & Big! Thanks for asking. You're so mysterious.

You other Anonymouses: you're also mysterious.
October 14, 2010
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