lspencer534
05-09-2015, 2:44pm
About 7:00 last evening. Annie ran...okay...stumbled to the front door, tail swishing fast in the bitch of the way she is. I made it to the front door to find Annie standing up and looking through the little beveled panes. (I wonder what it's like to be drunk and try to look through those distorted pieces of glass....)
I didn't see anyone so I opened the door to find...a duck...a big white duck. The duck said, "Quack!", which meant either "Hello!" or "Fcuk you!". Duck words all sound the same to me. Annie seemed happy to see the duck, and the duck followed her to the bar. Annie jumped onto the bar and pointed to the Dartmoor Jail Ale. (No comments, please.)
I poured the duck a glass, lifted the duck up on the bar, and this happened:
http://i57.tinypic.com/5oa90k.jpg
No "Thank you!", "Mmmm, that's good!", or even "Kiss my ass!". They made it known that I wasn't welcome at the bar any longer, so I poured the duck another glass, fixed Annie a gin and tonic, and took my leave.
"I'm entertaining a freakin' duck...", I said to myself.
I didn't see anyone so I opened the door to find...a duck...a big white duck. The duck said, "Quack!", which meant either "Hello!" or "Fcuk you!". Duck words all sound the same to me. Annie seemed happy to see the duck, and the duck followed her to the bar. Annie jumped onto the bar and pointed to the Dartmoor Jail Ale. (No comments, please.)
I poured the duck a glass, lifted the duck up on the bar, and this happened:
http://i57.tinypic.com/5oa90k.jpg
No "Thank you!", "Mmmm, that's good!", or even "Kiss my ass!". They made it known that I wasn't welcome at the bar any longer, so I poured the duck another glass, fixed Annie a gin and tonic, and took my leave.
"I'm entertaining a freakin' duck...", I said to myself.