![[User Picture]](https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/6630291/851861) | From: afropunk629 2005-02-27 08:12 am (UTC)
I don't want to comment on this. I'm gonna be random, like you. | (Link)
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I'm going to tell you a joke thathas little/nothing to do with your post.
"A man walks into a bar with three little ducks, following in his wake. He sits down on a barstool, places each duck up on the bar, and regales the bartender with stories about these ducks being talking ducks. Then, after a bit, the guy asks the bartender to watch the ducks for a bit while he goes the little boys' room. The bartender, doubting the talking ability of these ducks (they haven't said a thing so far), says to the first one, "What's your name, little duck?" To his surprise, the duck responds.
"My name's Louie."
Without breaking stride, the bartender asks, "So how was your day, Louie?"
"Oh, just great. I've been in and out of puddles all day," came the response.
Turning to the second duck, the bartender asks, "What's your name, little duck?"
"My name's Huey."
"So how was your day, Huey?" the bartender asks.
"Oh, just great. I've been in and out of puddles all day," replied Huey.
The bartender turns to the third duck and asks, "So you're Dewey, right?"
To which the ducks says, "No, my name's Puddles, and don't ask about my fucking day!"
Fin.