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Hi, Everyone!

Happy Friday and Happy First Day of Spring! It's getting warm here in Arizona and you know, Spring is when the snakes like to come out and sun themselves!

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  1. Oh MY GOODNESS! Did you film that? That snake was huge!!!!! I even jumped at the end there when it lunged at the person filming it? I need details!! LOL.
    Have mercy girl!!
    We only get little black snacks and an occasional rat snake. Haven't seen anything that big. I'd probably faint.
    Happy Friday!!

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  2. Oh my!!!!!

    This is funny, and scary...

    Have a blessed day.

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  3. OMG!!! That scared me! I hate snakes!!! Was this you or someone you know filming this???

    Dear Lord...I would have died right there on the spot!

    Happy Snakefree Friday!

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  4. Wow. I think I need a pacemaker put in now. LOL!

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  5. Okay, I about wet my pants on that one! We need to know more about this crazy video and the one who filmed it!

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  6. Dang, girl! Good job my laptop wasn't in my lap! LOL! That was one BIG snake! Is the cameraman/woman in cardiac care now?

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  7. OHHHH...You certainly got me on that one. I nearly jumped out of the chair when that HUGE snake came at the camera. Did you film that or did someone you know? Either way, it's too scary for me. I don't like snakes at all. Happy Friday dear friend.

    Hugs and Blessings,
    Alleluiabelle

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  8. Okay...my heart has now left my chest! That was one huge huge snake!
    What happened to the camera guy/gal???

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