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Comment on “There’s Always A Reason…” by Duck In Heaven

Duck In Heaven — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 21:17:38 +0000

As I NOW look down on this spinning marble I was once a part of I would like to say “not all ducks are created equal” I myself was a nice duck, I never stole food from picnickers, hmmmm that sounds like a funny looking pair of pants people should wear while on a picnic….. Harold, I have the food ready to go in the basket hurry up and put your picnickers on so we can go… Haha quack quack haha ahhh so funny, anyway where was I? OH YEAH, we are not all the same, I do…. I mean did have some family members that fit the description of what we like to call ducklums or duckarchists that feel that they can bully around small children and women, I never associated with those 5th ward dirty pond ducks. I just usually minded my own business, speaking of business, who started the business of cooking ducks? Maybe I can find out up here in duck heaven… I need to get access to the human area hmmmm umm where was I again, oh, I would mind my own business, it was actually that, minding my own business that is.. That made me decide to cross the street that ” duck ending” night, there were these ducks planning and plotting to attack some joggers the next day, they had asked me to be the “distraction” while they lunged and snapped from behind, I wanted no part of this terrible act so I decided to waddle away, as I was crossing the street I noticed a sign that said, had the word south on it, halfway across the street I began to wonder why I had never flown south, how far is south, where is south, then it hit me….. The car that is, I often wonder what if the sign had the word southeast on it, would I have crossed without having wondered about the south or would I have tried to figure out how you can put south and east together in the same word, why there was no northsouth direction, why I had mud on my beak, where did the mud come from oh and why am I waddling across the street and not flying, oh well, I am now in duck heaven awaiting, well I don’t really know what, do I even get angel wings since I already have wings of my own, does that mean I was already an angel? DuckAngel, wow that has a nice ring to it, oh sorry, I have always been told I get easily distracted, maybe that’s why I was in the middle of the street, or didn’t fly south, or never ran after small children or women …or…or…or

Comment on Dear Duck I Accidentally Hit With My Car by Jillian

Jillian — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 00:22:12 +0000

Hakuna matata

Comment on Dear Duck I Accidentally Hit With My Car by Jillian

Jillian — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 00:21:37 +0000

Thank you!

Comment on Dear Duck I Accidentally Hit With My Car by sbkennedy

sbkennedy — Wed, 17 Aug 2011 22:51:22 +0000

Awesome post. Awesome mid 90s cheese ball film reference. Linked here via your later post about your boss’s text.

Comment on Dear Duck I Accidentally Hit With My Car by leslierosete

leslierosete — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 21:24:19 +0000

you, my dear, are hilarious. lol i love you, and I’m sure the animal kingdom will forgive you. death is part of the circle of life (cue Lion King soundtrack)

Comment on Dear Duck I Accidentally Hit With My Car by Jillian

Jillian — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 22:00:46 +0000

Who knows – perhaps if it’s a part of my “healing process”

Comment on Dear Duck I Accidentally Hit With My Car by robertbanh

robertbanh — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 18:40:53 +0000

Does this mean you’ll be getting a duck shaped tattoo in the near future?

Comment on Dear Duck I Accidentally Hit With My Car by Jillian

Jillian — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 18:02:21 +0000

You’re terrible, John Varghese. Absolutely terrible.

Comment on Dear Duck I Accidentally Hit With My Car by Jillian

Jillian — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 17:54:43 +0000

Not sure whether or not this is a consolation for me, or a eulogy for him… either way, I hope you’re having fun making jests and jabs at my miseries and woes.

Comment on Dear Duck I Accidentally Hit With My Car by Jillian

Jillian — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 17:52:43 +0000

Oh, you know… the car’s like a cockroach: ugly as hell and a pest to most, but at the end of the day it could survive WWIII