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Category Archives: Quackellaneous

Reality Check


Sometimes being a rubber duck is not all it’s quacked up to be.

Scotty and the Popo


“We’re looking for a lad with no underpants.”

Stanley Duck


Duckey Puck: “Hockey, anyone?”

Mixed Signs


More HiYa hi-jinks…..

HiYa Duck: “The city tries to play tricks on me. They cannot fool the master!”

HiYa sets the Soup Man straight….


Soup Man: “No soup for you!”

HiYa Duck: “You will give me soup or I will open up a can of kung ‘pow’ on you!”

Ride That Duck!


A year ago I moved to Queens from Manhattan (to live in something bigger than a closet ;) .  As I was walking around Queens I noticed all these DUCK kiddie rides just outside the bodegas. (How did that happen? Did they know I was moving out here?). So, I decided to take pictures of all the ones I come across. Here are two from today…..with captions to go along..

Fuel up with a Red Bull and RIDE THAT DUCK!

Get your nails done, play some lotto, then RIDE THAT DUCK!

Stay tuned for more Bodega Ducks!!

A Duck Walks Out of a Bar


One night, a cop was stalking out a particularly rowdy bar for possible violations of the driving under the influence laws. At closing time, he saw a duck stumble out of the bar, trip on the curb, and try his keys on five different cars before he found his. Then, sat in the front seat fumbling around with his keys for several minutes. Everyone left the bar and drove off. Finally, the duck started his engine and began to pull away.

The cop was waiting for him. He stopped the duck, read him his rights and administered the Breathalyzer test. The results showed a reading of 0.0. The puzzled officer demanded to know how that could be. The duck replied, “Tonight, I’m the Designated Decoy.”

Smile!


Smile! Summer is here and it’s almost Friday!

NYP…..Duck


NYPDuck: “Respect my authority!”

“A Duck Walks Into A Bar” Friday!


It’s Friday, and you know what that means! Another “Duck walks into a bar” joke! So, here you go:

A Julius Caesar duck walks into a bar. “I’ll have a martinus,” he says. The Bartender gives him a puzzled look and asks, “Don’t you mean a ‘martini’?”
“Look,” Caesar retorts, “If I wanted a double, I’d have asked for it!”