So, a weird thing happened…
This afternoon I get a message from my mother saying “call your brother about a duck”
Naturally, I couldn’t call him quick enough because… what the actual fuck… bahahahahaha
So, my brother is… a strange person. Coming from me, that says something. I won’t get too much into it but he is… probably not the sort of person I would normally hang out with but he is my brother so… anyway. Ramble, ramble.
I call crazy brother and say, “you want to speak to me about a duck?” Fully expecting him to laugh at me and tell me it was a typo…
It wasn’t a typo.
He lives close to a duck farm. And this duck made its way to him. Now, this duck had to escape many fences and cages to make it as far as it did. Not just that, it had to not get captured by workers.
Apparently, the only time it would have been possible for the duck to make a break for it would be right before it got the chop.
This is no free range duck either… this poor thing had never seen outside until today.
So, true to my life, I have now adopted another pet. A strange pet. A mother fucking duck… Her name is Quackie Chan. And I am again saving dying things.