A new day is a new way to say... I love you

The duck stops, trying to remember why it came to the corner shop in the first place.
"Shoo!" a tall man waves its hands at the duck, trying to get him out of the store.
"What the hell?" the duck asks, looking at the man like he was crazy. He remembered now, he came to get some cheese.
"Ducks not welcome here!" the man shouted, grabbing the broom by the till.
"I want some chedder cheese, and some bourbon." The duck told him, he shook his head. The duck pulled out a gun, and pointed it at the shopkeep's head.
"Give it to me, or your brains are going to be all over the walls."

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I must be a genius, why would the voices in my head lie to me?

haha.
hey you!
lol thanks for the !


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<sup>~ Stefana

these fucking walls must be talking cause man I can hear 'em

~VintageMemories</sup>

That's okay.
Howdy

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I must be a genius, why would the voices in my head lie to me?

The duck sneezed, wondering why he of all people had to be allergic to horse hair.
"I can go if you want" the horse said, the duck waved it off, trying to get him to stay.
"It will pass in a minute" he told the horse, he was going to show him those carpet samples even if it killed him.
"This is called 'Shaved Baboon'...aaaacchhhhoooo" he sneezed again, unable to stop it.
"Look, this is ridiculous..." the horse went to leave but the duck pulled out a gun to stop him.
"Your going to buy this carpet, or your brains will be all over them."

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I must be a genius, why would the voices in my head lie to me?

The duck put down his suitcase, then wiped the sweat from his brow. He smiled, feeling happy for the first time in a while. He pressed his hand down on the bell, hoping the porter would get here soon.
"How can I help you sir?" A young looking porcupine moved over to the front desk to talk to him.
"I'm here to check in" The duck replied, taking off his summer hat politely. The porcupine frowned, the duck knew something was wrong.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you, but we're all booked up" The duck wanted to keep a lid on his anger, but failed. He grabbed the porcupine by his collar and pulled out his gun.
"You better give me a room, or you won't be alive to give rooms out to anybody."

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I must be a genius, why would the voices in my head lie to me?

thanks fore the fav!

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Chickens: the bird of a million uses.

That's okay I really like your work

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I must be a genius, why would the voices in my head lie to me?

Thanks for the on "wash the gloria"!

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heh! thanks!

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Chickens: the bird of a million uses.