JUDGE ME NOT. I am heir to empires, my ancestors for six generations pressed your ancestors’ faces gently but firmly into the mud so that they would not soil their boots in puddles. Really, they were exceptional boots, and faces can be washed. Totally worth the indignity and mudbubbles.
You, of all people, will not be judging my duck.
Actually, the smoking jacket made out of Hubba Bubba Bubblegum, that’s much weirder than the duck. You can tell it’s “Hubba Bubba” because of the way it gently drapes, like raw bacon hanging from a doorknob. That’s the good stuff, your Wrigley’s and your Bubble Yum just hang there like sticks and erasers.
Those haunting blue eyes…the fierce bill…this is the face of a future leader and his duck. Perhaps an industry baron and his duck, maybe even the PRESIDENT and his duck. Although after what the press did to Howard Dean, probably smuggling a duck into an interview isn’t going to go well on Super Tuesday.
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