Monday, March 22, 2010
How many times do I have to tell you Farm Girl? Listen closely because I'm not going to explain this again.
Real ducks quack and fly and hatch out of eggs.
I'm a giant rubber ducky. I squeak. I float. I was born in a factory.
I have no idea who this Old MacDonald fellow is or where you can find his farm. Go talk to the Three Little Pigs. Maybe they know.
needle and nest
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