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The old Indian man was on his deathbed. He had only hours to live when he suddenly smelled the scent of fry bread wafting into his room.
Aaahhhh... He loved fry bread more than anything else in the world.

With his last bit of energy, he pulled himself out of bed. Down the stairs and into the kitchen he went.

There was his beloved wife, Lillian kneading the dough for a new batch.

As he reached for one of the fresh steaming fry breads, he got smacked across the back of his hand by the wooden spoon his wife was holding.

"Leave them alone!" she said. "They're for the funeral!"

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I believe blood quantums are the governments way to breed us out of existance !

Never wrestle with a pig....you both get dirty and the pig likes it !

Have A Stress Free Year !


The parties over...Back to work !

I'm not as good as I once was ,
but I'm as good once as I ever was !