Sunday, June 19, 2011

Mea culpa ("the fault of the duck")

Snarky Duck couldn't appear this morning due to burning shame and a hangover.  She asked me to read this prepared statement:
I apologize for getting my paté in a wad.  I paddled around in Lake DeSoto, watched some waterfowl porno with free wifi from The Way Café, and had a few bugs while I chilled my tail feathers.  Snarky Duck needed an attitude adjustment, and I got one from my friend, DownWing Nicole.
Lookit, Snarky Duck can't be trussed!  It's like Patsy said:

Oh, the wayward Duck is a restless Duck
A restless duck that yearns to wander
And I was born to run amok
Run amok with the wayward Duck.

In a downy nest in a semi-truck
I spent my chicklet days
And I guess my youth as a trav'ling Duck
Made me a slave to my wand'ring ways. 

Oh, the wayward Duck is a restless Duck
A restless duck that yearns to wander
And I was born to run amok
Run amok with the wayward Duck.

Oh I met a duck in a border town
I vowed I wouldn't migrate
Tho' I tried my best to settle down
She's livin' with a tired old drake.

Oh, the wayward Duck is a restless Duck
A restless duck that yearns to wander
And I was born to run amok
Run amok with the wayward Duck.

Run amok with the wayward Duck.
Copyright 2011 Duck & Cline 




I hope we can put this behind us, but SD is flighty.

Bob, that's a good price for a magnum of wine you enjoy.  Duke, you are close enough for a cigar;  this is Oak Leaf merlot's trashy sister, Oak Leaf Sweet Red.  You know that New Yorkers are snooty about their wine, which is the main reason we left.

Judy and Merikay, this is a good place to be, and it's my job to enjoy myself while we're here.  While, Nina.  While.

Annie and I had a date night last night.  Reese's McFlurries and Glee in the public parking lot downtown. We sneaked home before midnight.  The people who work in the Lake City McDonald's are uncharacteristically pleasant and personable.  When I went inside to use their bathroom, I realized it was because they listen to 70's disco while they work.  You just can't be crabby singing Ring it!  Ring it! RingItRingIt!  Ahhh!  Try it right now, in case you're building up a snark.

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9 comments:

michael ultra said...

I honestly thought I heard Patsy Cline harmonizing in the background. (could have been Daisy Duck).

squawmama said...

Glad you're still enjoying LAke CIty... We have moved up the road to White Springs and staying at Stephen Foster State Park. Have fun and next time try the Rolo McFlurry...it is awesome!!!
Have fun & Travel safe
Donna

Merikay said...

Is it legal to have that much fun?

Life's a Journey said...

I love that song "u can ring my beeeelllll ring my bell" - who can be unhappy with that going on!!

LOL!!

Cheers!

Sherry said...

Well you've hit on it. The only reason to go into McDonald's....the Reece's McFlurrie! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm YUM!

Tell Snarky it's all FINE!

Oh and Watchman Campground in Zion has electric. I wish they'd stop chasing me. Then I could quit running too. Pounds that is.

The Good Luck Duck said...

Michael, Patsy quacked up just before singing the harmonies.

Donna, I do like the Rolos, too. But, it was time to broaden my ... horizons.

Merikay, not according to the LCPD.

Life, exactly! You may be wearing a paper hat, and it's all good.

Sherry, they caught me, so running is futile. Yes, Snarky Duck had a glass of cheap red wine and readjusted her attitude. You're right, it's all fine.

Bob said...

It's probably been said many times B4 but "you quack me up"

¡Vizcacha! said...

Thanks, Bob!

Steve said...

I was inspired and did this for the day the duck arrives in the old west.

It's all the same only feathers will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the bills are so cold
I'd fly all night just to get back to home

I'm a mallard on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted duck or alive
Wanted duck or alive

Sometimes I sleep sometimes it's not for days
The people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day by the bottle that you drink
The times when you're all alone all you do is think

I'm a mallard on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted (wanted) duck or alive
Wanted (wanted) duck or alive

Oh and I fly!

I'm a mallard on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted (wanted) Duck or alive

And I waddle these streets a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere still I'm standing tall
I've seen a million bills and I've quacked them all

'Cause I'm a mallard on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted (wanted) Duck or alive
'Cause I'm a mallard I got the night on my side
I'm wanted (wanted) Duck or alive
And I ride (and I ride) Duck or alive
I still fly (still fly) Duck or alive
Duck or alive
Duck or alive
Duck or alive
Duck or alive

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