This, my friends, is what the Internet is all about.
Oh, and it's also incontrivertible proof of the existence of the great Duck Goddess in the Sky Pond. Let us concludethe meeting with the singing of our doxology:
Be kind to your web-footed friend,
For a Duck may be somebody's mother.
Be kind to your firneds in the swamp,
Where the weather is very, very dahmp.
You may think that this is the end;
Well, it it.
Aaaaaaa-meeeeeeeen.
/plagal cadence
My firneds in the swamp are no business of yours.
Aiigh! Firneds!
/runs
The Firneds are to Anatidaeism as the Seraphim are to Christianity. The holy writings say that it was in the Great Fall of the Firneds that the Sacred Preview Button was lost. Of course, the holy writings also say "Quack, quack."
I've got firneds in owl places.
Tricycle be with Two.
MonkeyFilter: I found the story hard to swallow follow. for you, GramMa.
*bows to The Cheese man*
My head looks like a peanut, apparently. Today, some pommie woman told me I reminded her of Jonathan Ross. Jonathan Ross! I hate that fucker.
At least she didn't say you looked like Mr. Peanut. Gadzooks, I was scared of him as a child.
Ducks and peanuts go together like...
Peanut butter and chocolate!
Or something like that.
Don't be surprised, but there really IS a peanut duck.
Must. Get. more dnuck links.
That is beautiful. looking forward to seeing the site grow.
swallowfollow.swallowfollow.for you, GramMa.