Handle every stressful situation like a puppy.
If you can't eat it or play with it, just piss on it and walk away.
That should make it easier to find those elusive quaaaarcks.
Did the recent storms have an impact? Gorgeous ducks, by the way, and it's not even spring.
Mmmmm! Wonderful!Five entrees and two mains."Beulah, peel me an orange sauce."
I love ducks, just not for dinner. They look nicer than they taste.
At least the synchrotron is running unlike the Hadron which is still stuffed. Elisabeth, I posted on the ducks way back. They love to come up to the glass windows and lick off the insects. As for the storms, it was hit and miss around Melbourne. I didn't even see a hailstone down my way but lots of rain.Jayne, I meant to send you an article about research at the synchrotron. They're looking at the toenails of children living in Ballarat for evidence of arsenic from the old mine workings. If I did send it you'll get it again.I might have remembered your penchant for Duck A l'orange. I bet you couldn't kill and pluck yourself, you carnivore coward.I agree with you river, but don't trust swans, they bite.
You are perpetuating the family myth, with the white picket fence and Commodore in the driveway. Mummy Duck, Daddy Duck and all the little ducks in between. Stuffed the Hadron may be, but it is still working at half speed. Half a collider is better than none.
I might have remembered your penchant for Duck A l'orange. I bet you couldn't kill and pluck yourself, you carnivore coward.I've dispatched more muscovies and khaki campbells than you've had hot young green eyed lads for breakfast. As a teenager I was a dab hand at operating the mechanical duck plucker. (Won't go into the gory details about how I dispatched the wee baby navel oranges.)
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