Found this old email from someone who will remain nameless who also, conveniently, has no memory of it, either:
A special note for a special sister. Pass this on to everyone you've ever meet or else a fly will attend your funeral in the future with a cricket and his pet cow and also you will get a duck.
It's all about the ducks*, isn't it?
The disturbing thing about all this is why would you want an economy-size tomb? 'Less you're planning to take a whole lot of people with you when you go?
Poor duck.
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*No, I am not calling him a duck. Look under "Another Brick in the Wall."
8 comments:
I don't want to remain nameless!!!
Well, too bad, I gave it away! You don't rate a name anymore here--we're on a budget. If you want profit, you gotta produce!
Anyway, you can be the little bottom-right of the 'e'--you know the little bottom right curvey bit on the 'e' in "Collective"? I think we can squeeze you in there.
You site have something special. I like.
Ellen
Well, thanks! :)
Wait, did you just call me a duck?
Yay for ducks!
Mark: Ye--wait--
Yes.
Anyway, Saru's right; ducks are cool; you should check out our friend Karate--she just rocks. Wai--n--i was just kidding--no wait-- (*page explodes as the mouse clicks down*)
Yeah, so from now on I'm linking you with the word "duck." Ever heard of google bombing? (wahaha)
In fact you are all witness to the fact that I already have ducks on the brain today and will tell you all about it later (maybe).
First you call me a duck, now you're threatening to Googlebomb me? O tempora, o mores.
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