Queer Duck: February 2006

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Duck Toy

Well, I took the plunge. I decided to purchase myself a love toy. I really appreciate that they (the toy craftsmen) have made the bill extra plush for rough penetration.

My only disapointment would be too much feathers around the entrance the vaginal cavity. It makes cleanup hellish. And after a good humping who in the hell wants to clean semen from a cum stuffed duck?

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The Ducks Not Mine

A few years back there was a young duck who followed me around a lot and tried her damndest to get in the sack with me. Normally I am all gung-ho about the situation but she never interested me because she had some baggage on her that I didn't want to deal with. Now don't get me wrong, she didn't have kids, but, she had emotional baggage, stemming from childhood and failed relationships.
It came to a point where I had to move just to get rid of the cow.
A couple days ago I get this email:

If you can't read the text, it basically says I am an asshole for abondoning her and unborn ducklings.

It was shocking, but I didn't respond, because A: I knew she was only doing this so she could get in contact with me again and B: The Ducks Aren't Mine. She's a bloody quack.