Ducky in 100 words

  • Sept. 25, 2013, 8:43 p.m.
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The appeal of drinking is huge. It makes me feel happy just thinking about it. Give me a tallboy. The highballs are on me. Let’s have a glass of wine and sit by the fire. I’ll get my hands on your sweater muffins and life will be great. We’ve been thinking too much, too hard. A few drinks take the edge off. We can both relax and enjoy the night. Like ducks in a stream, lubricated thoughts flow free. But unlike ducks, our little feet don’t have to move, we can drift and bob and float down that lazy river.


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