I have one of these ducks. A friend gave me one a long time ago. Don't remember which one really. Was it my drug dealer? Was it the one living in my in-law-suite who owed me money as well as happy to share my drugs with me? Was it my boyfriend the waiter who quit his job right after I asked him to move in with me and didn't bother to tell until I asked why he hasn't asked me to take him to work since he didn't have a car of his own; who started dealing on the side cause I wouldn't give him any spending money of his own?
Which ever! They all knew I collected rubber duckies.
People were always helping me with my collection. I never told them I rather they didn't.
That would be rude of me; wouldn't it?
Now I have a bunch of ducks. Some have meaning to me; the rest given to me for reasons of their own.
Just confuses things, don't you think?
(trust me. been to nude beaches many time; not modest.
not reading victoria secrets, but U.S.News.
not a bubble bath; but you had to be there to smell the auroma.
a very relaxing moment!
AUROMA THERAPY with the benefit of making some friends laugh at my expense.
wasn't me taking the picture, was it?
not to mention Betty Boop so top heavy; the slightest wave and you would think she's trying for the part of Belle Rosen!)
The Rubber DEAD DUCK from Baron Bob and Wonderfully Wacky: "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to honor and bear witness to the passing of a cherished friend. Dead Duck, whose 2-1/2' tall rubber soul has passed into the next world, reminds us to question our existence: Why are we here? What is the meaning of a bath? He rests in peace in his net bag with a mortuary toe-tag header."
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