August 12, 2002
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"I know I look like a duck and I walk like a duck and I talk like a duck, but I'm not really a duck, and anyway I'm not like those other ducks, and I'm certainly not like those ducks who tried to peck you to death."
God save us from ducks.
Ducks who claim to be other-than-ducks infuriate me.
I can usually spot a duck at ten paces; if not then, then as soon as she opens her bill and start quacking. Often the first thing she says is that she's not like the other ducks. That's a dead giveaway.
M.R. ducks.
M.R. not ducks.
S.M.R.2. ducks. C.M.B.D.I?
O.I.C. M.R. ducks.
There seems to be no avoiding the ducks, however - they're everywhere, all claiming they are not like ordinary ducks, as if they are indeed something different, something modern and new and wonderful. But believe you me - you pluck off all that fancy New Age plummage, you still got a duck. An ordinary, old-fashioned duck.
They can go jump in a lake.
Comments (4)
lol, there are soooo many ways to take that....
Sounds like someone ruffled your feathers? . . .
By the way - I think I'm a duck - that lake is sounding good to me.
You seem to be having the same problem with ducks that I used to have with puppies:
M.R. puppies
M.R. not puppies
O.S.A.R. C.M.P.N.?
L.I.B.! M.R. puppies.
(unapologetic for using the Southern vernacular)
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