Friday Funnies!



It's Friday. Yay! Time to smile big with Kim and the funny gals at Friday Funnies!



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  2. Good Morning Sweetie...
    Oh my was this post ever precious. This little guy was quite the salesman, and just think of all the happiness he would bring to your home. I loved the lawn mowing best of all that was precious. Thank you for the laughter this morning. It was just what the dr. ordered.

    Have a beautiful day sweet friend. Many hugs and much love, Sherry

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  3. Oh that is so cute and if it were only true I'd go get me a Harvey today! HA!
    Have a super duper Friday my friend.
    Kim

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  4. Oh, that was too too cute! Thanks ever so for the out loud laugh I really needed today! 8-]

    Have a JESUS-filled day! ^i^

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  5. That was awesome! I think Harvey needs to tutor my dog...

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  6. Thank you for the laugh I love you.
    Blessings,
    Bren

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  7. Hahaha! Boy, would I love to have a Harvey! ;-)

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  8. I soooo loved this clip, Mary!
    (Thought for a, minute it was going to be a tear-jerker.) Yes, I've a real mushy spot for doggies!
    Have a beautiful day!

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