Dr. Dave Ores

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When I was 20 I complained to my grandfather about a girl & he said when he was my age he complained about my grandmother to her mother That he was a good catch & she was stubborn Her mother said let me tell you a story When I was a little girl in shtetl There was a butcher & every day he would throw out the bones & the dogs would come So every day there is one bone that is the best bone & the dog that gets the best bone is not the nicest dog That's how my daughter got you