Howdy there! Yes, I have a horse and I have a gun. Well, it’s a revolver that I stole from a dead clown. I don’t know why a clown had a gun, but considering he’s dead, I don’t think it was a very good gun. Aren’t guns supposed to prevent the death of their owner? There weren’t any bullets in the clown’s gun, so I guess that played a part in why he was dead. Anyway, I could go on like this all day, as you all are well aware.
Today let’s talk about some of the things rattling around in that old noggin of mine. I was thinking of a cool name for a band. I want to create a theme-band called Jungelo. It would be loud and very bright. All the members would wear flax skirts and have mud makeup like, yes you guessed it, primitives in the forests. “We are Jungelo!” I think it’s awesome, but a couple of people have given me feedback that isn’t so good. They don’t think a metal group dressed as primitives could actually work. Well, maybe it’s back to the drawing board.
I was running maybe a week ago. Well, I run regularly, but a week ago something happened that was actually quite cool. I was running past a pond and a dog was running around the park doing what dogs do best. The dog started chasing after the ducks down by edge of the pond and the ducks began quacking loudly at the dog. It was like the ducks were saying, “Not today, son! This is our patch, our hood, git dah fuck outta here!” Duck mafia, duck gansta. Payback is gonna hurt, especially when the feathers get ruffled. Ducks represent.
One of my guys saw me jotting one of my little notes to myself in my notebook and asked who I was texting. I showed him it was a notebook. Because I’m a smartass I told the youngster that I was writing down messages and then sending them via my incredible mental prowess or psychic Professor X-like abilities. You ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer.
Liquor companies have weird names for companies, don’t they? One I saw was called Whistling Duck. This particular one caught my attention because of my affinity for ducks. I do like them and you will have noticed that my partner in crime is part duck. The curious question is exactly which part of him is duck. Anyway, how the hell do you come up with a name like Whistling Duck? Are you sitting around the boardroom and someone is like, “We’re gonna call ourselves Whistling Duck. That’s what we’re calling our business.” “How did you come up with that, sir?” “Well, I had a dream. About a duck. Who was whistling?”
Who has dreams about ducks? What kind of person has dreams about ducks that are whistling? The kind of person who’s building a boat in their backyard, preparing for the next apocalyptic flood. You need to avoid these people.
Well, I’m done for today. I've got a few things off my mind and now they’re on yours. Reply back in the appropriate place and let me know what you think. Check out the other side while you’re here. I’m sure Duckman would appreciate the company. I’m still working on my next story. It’s a progress in the works. It’s a bit like the roadworks that sits outside your house for a while. Nothing seems to happen for a while and then things move at lightning speed. Yeah, it’s a bit like that.
Today let’s talk about some of the things rattling around in that old noggin of mine. I was thinking of a cool name for a band. I want to create a theme-band called Jungelo. It would be loud and very bright. All the members would wear flax skirts and have mud makeup like, yes you guessed it, primitives in the forests. “We are Jungelo!” I think it’s awesome, but a couple of people have given me feedback that isn’t so good. They don’t think a metal group dressed as primitives could actually work. Well, maybe it’s back to the drawing board.
I was running maybe a week ago. Well, I run regularly, but a week ago something happened that was actually quite cool. I was running past a pond and a dog was running around the park doing what dogs do best. The dog started chasing after the ducks down by edge of the pond and the ducks began quacking loudly at the dog. It was like the ducks were saying, “Not today, son! This is our patch, our hood, git dah fuck outta here!” Duck mafia, duck gansta. Payback is gonna hurt, especially when the feathers get ruffled. Ducks represent.
One of my guys saw me jotting one of my little notes to myself in my notebook and asked who I was texting. I showed him it was a notebook. Because I’m a smartass I told the youngster that I was writing down messages and then sending them via my incredible mental prowess or psychic Professor X-like abilities. You ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer.
Liquor companies have weird names for companies, don’t they? One I saw was called Whistling Duck. This particular one caught my attention because of my affinity for ducks. I do like them and you will have noticed that my partner in crime is part duck. The curious question is exactly which part of him is duck. Anyway, how the hell do you come up with a name like Whistling Duck? Are you sitting around the boardroom and someone is like, “We’re gonna call ourselves Whistling Duck. That’s what we’re calling our business.” “How did you come up with that, sir?” “Well, I had a dream. About a duck. Who was whistling?”
Who has dreams about ducks? What kind of person has dreams about ducks that are whistling? The kind of person who’s building a boat in their backyard, preparing for the next apocalyptic flood. You need to avoid these people.
Well, I’m done for today. I've got a few things off my mind and now they’re on yours. Reply back in the appropriate place and let me know what you think. Check out the other side while you’re here. I’m sure Duckman would appreciate the company. I’m still working on my next story. It’s a progress in the works. It’s a bit like the roadworks that sits outside your house for a while. Nothing seems to happen for a while and then things move at lightning speed. Yeah, it’s a bit like that.