Wednesday, December 26, 2012

This Duck Walks Into A Bar

 I am not the duck.
He is not the duck.
We are not the duck.

They are the duck.

How much luck
could a narc duck fuck
if a narc duck
could fuck
luck?

11 comments:

  1. I walked into a psychiatrists office with a duck on my head.
    The psychiatrist asked if he could help. The duck said yeah. Get this guy off my ass.

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  2. HAHAAAA! Good one!
    They don't see it as "Luck:" They're "Special" remember? ;)
    TW

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  3. It's not luck, it's their birthright! Who needs luck when you're God's gift to the world and the sun shines outta your ass?

    (Another great poem!)

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  4. Where's a sociopath when you need one? I am working on my car and it got dark. If they could shine mulderfans GC's butt light under my hood I could get those last couple of bolts in.

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    1. Q, With your luck he'd fart and the car would blow up!

      Sorry Jonsi! The visual was too hard to resist!

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    2. No need to apologize. This is hysterical.

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  5. Two guys walked into a bar. One said *ow*

    Sorry I've been sorta absent. But I've been reading. YOU and HE are NOT the duck. THEY are but a duck's fart in the wind. Which, I guess is double wind. MORE FART JOKES PLZ.

    When Jeff farts he always says he stepped on a duck. This is coming full circle. I HAVE TO STOP.

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    1. The NGC thinks he's so damn perfect his shit doesn't smell but his farts give him away!

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