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He drove up to the farm in a black BMW and strode right out to the henhouse. Curious as to the visitor, the old woman came out of her home carrying a threatening cane at her side. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The gentleman replied, “ I’m here to ask the henessars some questions.”
“The what?”
“The henessars! The ones who take such wonderful care of their broods that produce the best eggs in the county!”
The old lady put the cane down and smiled. “How about a cup of cider?” The two sat on the porch and had a talk.
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No Nonsense – Saturday Mix, 30 September 2023
The Bag Lady 
I thought it was a real word—it fit in so well!
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That’s what, growing up on a farm does for you
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The Henessars are, in fact, a range of mountains separating Poland from Slovakia rising to a relatively modest height of 3127 metres at the peak of Mount Sereski, which, during the peak of summer casts a shadow darkening streets of Krakow in the early evening and giving rise to the term ‘Henessarian Sunset’ which, mythology would have it, accounts for the spike in births during July.
The region is, of course, best known for the production of henesski grapes, cultivated only on the lower northern slopes and irrigated by the Henessk river drawling water from melting snow on peaks further to the east.
The resultant wine is a sweet floral red, not dissimilar to Pinot Noir, and said to possess strong aphrodisiac like characteristics making its consumption particularly popular during warm, shady Krakow afternoons.
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Sounds idyllic ❤️
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Oh, yes. Cold winters, but mild dry summers which turn young hearts to romantic frolicking by the lake beneath the trees.
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Fun times ☺️
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Lol silly but oh so fun!
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😂
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