My duck is still in great danger of dozing off at noon but presently, an hour past midnight, I feel no inclination at all to climb into bed. Maybe a large can of stout would help...
mrs budak is hosting a hen party little gathering for old campus mates tomorrow evening. I wonder how my duck will take to the presence of so many dames in his domain?
In one of those odd conjunctions that periodically plague the lives of fine feathered friends, it seems we will be lodging along the same street in Bangkok as a certain synaptic simian next month. Events on this island have had political consequences in the streets of Siam recently. What might happen when a frenetically furry island mammal descends upon the sois of Sukhumvit to chance upon the dirty deeds of disengaging duck?
A strange beast known as the Recycling Monkey has been sighted in the past week. I picture a curious creature akin to this but dressed in a biodegradable cape, moss shirt and edible outerpants. It remains unclear whether this character sports a prehensile mullet after a certain planetary superhero. Hey, my duck kids not. You never know what bizarre monstrosities of biogenetical tinkering might emerge from this island's extremities and subterranean caverns to taunt our happy happy lives with banes such as green trash bags and fortnightly no-shows. But it could be worse – elsewhere you might have your hunny eaten by this bunny!
i feel wrongly associated with that strange beast u mention
Posted by: monkey | 13 April 2006 at 07:59 AM