Write your own caption to this photo and place in the comments.
I have no idea what Joey is doing to Rubber Duck. Post your best guess. Here, I’ll start:
Rubber Duck: “Oh boy I should never of had that second helping of Joey Fries at Passports. I feel like I’m giving birth to a lobster broker.”
Now your turn. First prize gets a visit from none other than the rubber one.
Alicia
blackswanbeth
Joanne
Paul F. Frontiero Jr.
Joey C
Marty Luster
Craig Kimberley
David B. Cox
Ed Collard
E.J.
Sharon
Vickie & Peter
Kim Smith
Fr Matthew Green
patrickr
Paul Morrison & RD
Manuel F. Simoes
S.D. Kelly
Thom Falzarano
Joey goes to the doctor and the doctor asks him what the matter? The duck replies……………….
I can’t say it you fill in the blanks!
Doctor I need help! I accidently glued this Ass to my Butt.
Rubber Duck: “I may have overdone it with the Preparation H. After three applications it started blogging.”
Its baby Huey!
“What a duckhead!”
Nate
How DUCK do you think I am?
Mmmmmmmm – this bald spot is nice an comfy!
“I shoulda got the small sized Beer Bottle Holder from Amazon/Duck Supply…”
“………and besides all that, can you believe that whenever my wife gets mad at me for ANYTHING, she rolls her eyes to the heavens and snidely remarks, ‘you behave like you have a dam duck on your head’……and I think ‘what the hell does THAT mean??’
All of the “Caption This” entries are great but this one might win for most off the wall which is how to win the judges over.
Reminds me of the symbiotic relationship shared by those little birds that sit on the back of a rhinoceros, eating insects out of his skin creases.
PLUS, the rhino, being shortsighted, will benefit from the birds noticing danger before the rhino and raise the alarm, warning of imminent danger!
It’s a great comfort to know that Joey is being well-served.
Its simple…
Joey is quacking open a beer.
if you can keep the beer level up to here and stand on on both feet, you won’t get drunk and the duck will stay quiet. once that duck starts quacking, you are drunk.
Time out, time out!!!!!
A warning to all aspiring bloggers: Absolute power makes you quackshit insane.
So a guy walks into a bar, he’s got a duck on his head. The bartender says “What the heck happened to you?”. The duck says, “I don’t know, it started out as a wart on my ass.”
Oh, we’re doing “walk into a bar” now?
A rabbi, a priest, and a Lutheran minister walk into a bar with rubber ducks on their heads.
The bartender looks up and says, “Is this some kind of joke?”
Soooooooooo – it has come to this. OK:
A horse walks into a bar with a duck on his head.
The bartender looks at him and says “If I had a duck on my head, I suppose I’d have a long face, too…”
If there are too many groans, not only am I prepared to withdraw the statement, but I am perfectly willing to deny I ever made it.
Forgot to pick the winner. You’re all winners. To visit with the Rubber One just stop by the Gallery on Rocky Neck at 10AM Sunday morning for a Mug Up.