Dyslexic jokes are Fot Nunny

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DNA National Dyslexic Association

Dyslexic father reads to his child:
The sad story of Rindercella and her sass lipper. She had two sad Blisters and a sticked wep stutter. One day she met a chinch parming (most likely in the cheese bussiness) at the boyal rall, but had to leave in a furry for hear of teing burned pinto an umpkin (I think that’s a close relative to the umpa lumpas). Thankfully she had lost one of her sass glippers and the prandsome hinse was able to bypass her sad blisters and they lived lappily heavy decafitor.

Tis the season for the story of the Crinch who stole Gristmas, but I don’t have the time.

Wishing you all a Merry Verry and a Nappy Who Near.
Sincerely;
Soctor Duece.