So I promised all you non-poop joke connoisseurs a funny little story today.
A duck walks into a whorehouse and asks the lady in the front for the foxiest duck that she has. Unfortunately, this bordello didn’t cater to ducks and their insatiable sexual needs, so she tells him that none of her girls can help him. The duck, irate beyond belief, begins swearing and creating a scene. The proprietor of the brothel, a crafty young skank, tells him to follow her, and she leads him to a back room. The duck, excited that he’ll finally get to “lighten his load” begins to sweat profusely. She takes him into the room and tells him that a girl will be along shortly, and then she leaves. Two hours later, the duck is still very excited and sweaty beyond belief. (Ducks have no sense of time, by the way) Unfortunately, he had had a late night the evening prior, so he laid down to take a nap. Big mistake…
Those whores were eating duck soup for dang near three months.