Hey buddy, chum, pals o realized like yesterday that i have never told you about my ducks.
   The darker one is Blu and the lighter one is Owlet. Blu is mine and Owlet is my sisters, but i was the one who had to take care if them.
   As babies they were sweet and adorable. But as adult they were demons in disguise... well gay demons.

Yep my ducks are gay.

   They hit on each other and try to preagnate each other. I think the gay levels have gone down since i gave then away and the person who has them has a girl.

And dint be mad i got rid of gay ducks! They were a pain in the arse! Plus they sudenly hated me and decided that every time i go outside they would chase me and try to bite my ankles! And if youve zeen a duck beak it fucking scary! They have ridges and shit! And they dont scratch at the ground like a chicken so their nails are long ass things! We had to get rid of them, i couldnt go see Azarii or give the chickens/ducks food and water! I dont think tuey ever attacked my dad, but hes at work most the time and he always forgets to do things. He would have waited till one pf the animals died or got to weak to do anytging before remembering to feed the birds. I adore the ducks i really do but there are three reasons we couldnt keep them.

1. They are gay.

2. They attack me.

3. They are a pain in the ass.

Boi!