Post by Radrook Admin on Mar 7, 2020 23:16:32 GMT -5
Good Evening my fellow denizens of the scintillating and titillating realm of cyberspace. How is everything going in your neck of reality? Me? I have finally found the knack on how to thrive in this fourth dimensional realm. You see, besides quacking unintentionally sometimes- I am feeling quite capital these recent days. Both my nostril windows are finally ventilating properly. So I have absolutely no difficulty getting the methane I need into my circulatory systems as I once had.
True, sometimes I find that instead of walking properly, I waddle like a drunken duck. But hey! As long as I don't draw the attention of those polka-dotted skinned homeless pencil-necked duck-hunters who set up house in the Mulberry bushes across the glen, then I guess I am OK fur now.
Still, I can't help but hope that the local mangy, anguished river overflows its malodorous banks and washes them casually away as it meanders malevolently towards the waiting arms of the benevolent briny sea. I most certainly could do without the hassle of evasive maneuvers which make my daily trip to the local barnyard a real hassle though. Tis Not fun having to wait in line at the feeding trough behind all the other avians for my daily quota of bird seed. But it's always a pleasant experience to see all those luscious hefty heifers greet me with those beautiful, long, thick black eyelashes fluttering at me coquettishly above those gorgeous big brown eyes.
You know, sometimes I get the annoying impression that these heifers are mistaking me for a bull. But I'm sure that's just my feverish imagination. After all, in my neck of reality, there are plenty of critters who sport long, white, corrugated horns like mine and are yet not bovine.
So yayesss! In any case, all is well and I have no reason either to grieve or to pout.
Ummmm! Well, that's all for now! Over and out!
True, sometimes I find that instead of walking properly, I waddle like a drunken duck. But hey! As long as I don't draw the attention of those polka-dotted skinned homeless pencil-necked duck-hunters who set up house in the Mulberry bushes across the glen, then I guess I am OK fur now.
Still, I can't help but hope that the local mangy, anguished river overflows its malodorous banks and washes them casually away as it meanders malevolently towards the waiting arms of the benevolent briny sea. I most certainly could do without the hassle of evasive maneuvers which make my daily trip to the local barnyard a real hassle though. Tis Not fun having to wait in line at the feeding trough behind all the other avians for my daily quota of bird seed. But it's always a pleasant experience to see all those luscious hefty heifers greet me with those beautiful, long, thick black eyelashes fluttering at me coquettishly above those gorgeous big brown eyes.
You know, sometimes I get the annoying impression that these heifers are mistaking me for a bull. But I'm sure that's just my feverish imagination. After all, in my neck of reality, there are plenty of critters who sport long, white, corrugated horns like mine and are yet not bovine.
So yayesss! In any case, all is well and I have no reason either to grieve or to pout.
Ummmm! Well, that's all for now! Over and out!