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Friday Funnies ~ Forgetfulness

Happy Friday, everyone. This video was sent to me this morning by my OLDER brother. He thinks it's pretty funny now that we are growing older! Join Kim and her funny followers for more humor at Homesteader's Heart!






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  1. That song is a hoot.... and the funny thing is I can relate to every word he sang!

    Love to you
    Kelly

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  2. Loved that song! What was it about again? Oh Lord, please have mercy on me, this "80" year old woman here!

    Thank you so much for the laugh! I need it before going to a stressful workplace tonight. Please pray for me, for the Lord to protect me against all the evils at work! Both spiritual and humans! Love ya sister! Enjoy your weekend! Is it Mary? Oh yeah! Sister Maryyyyy!!!

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  3. Yikes...thanks for always making me smile.
    Hope you have an awesome weekend. Hugs, andrea

    PS: Thank you for your prayers, love, and support. It means the world to me.

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  4. Loved it!! Thanks for sharing a smile.

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  5. How cute:).
    Glad I came.

    Regards
    Blessings.

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  6. LOL LOL LOL :D I loved the song and it was hilarious for me...I was tapin my feet, bobbing my head to it. I've experienced everything in that video except for not having my pants on. LOL

    Oh sweet friend you made my night. I surely needed this hearty laugh right now.

    Love you
    Alleluiabelle

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  7. OH that was funny my friend and I can totally relate about going into a room and forgetting why! LOL!
    Happy Friday my sweet friend.
    Kim

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  8. Hi Mary! That was VERY funny! Thank you!

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  9. That was soo funny! Oh, I can so relate. Except for the no pants part, but I have walked out in my slippers, so that can't be far now. LOL!

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