So a Duck walks into a bar ... Opens up his beak ... And proves to be way more TL, DR than I could ever hope to be
That was a different feel to it, with us sitting there in the semi-dark and no TVs blaring or anything like that.
They had a fucking windstorm there today, and so it took twice as long to fly there than he expected.The power was out, and so the bartender said "you have to pay cash for beer, I'm sorry we don't have any food."The actual duck fished five dollars out of his feathers for a beer, and as the bartender was pouring it, asked "so, can I have a sandwich?"The bartender gave the duck his beer, and replied, "I told you, the power's out, so there's no food."The actual duck drinks his beer and waddles away.A few minutes later, the duck hops back up onto the bar."So, can I have a sandwich?"At this point, the bartender is annoyed. "I told you already, we can't serve any food with the power out. If you ask me for a sandwich again, I'll nail your fucking flipper to the floor." As things would have it, they don't much care for actual ducks in Edmonds.After a while, the duck hops back up to the bar. "Got any nails?"The bartender replies "No.""Can I have a fucking sandwich?"
So a Duck walks into a bar ... Opens up his beak ... And proves to be way more TL, DR than I could ever hope to be Disagree. I got a substantial dose of Froog earlier today