dear prolly not a safe day for this guy either diary,
that's why i didn't leave the house either buddy. plus it was so hot. i just kinda stayed around here all day and did what i usually do. nothing. doing nothing is over-rated at times, but today it wasn't- and if i went out on a limb, i'll bet the day that duck met his maker he wished he was at home doing nothing too. i like to think that duck had it coming, like he was an evil hero duck who maybe had pissed off all the other ducks in the tribe. maybe even his cuntface duck wife had chased him out into harms way and then i came along and took a picture of the aftermath, only to post it online almost a year later. awww. even a lesson can be learned from a poor dead duck. while i have yet to decide exactly what lesson that may in fact be, SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE in the meantime.