Past Imperfect

Past Imperfect – #165


Innocent Bystander #1: “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

Innocent Bystander #2: “If you mean a giant Donald Duck ass-up in the street, yes.”

IB #1: “Does this happen a lot around here?”

IB #2: “It’s New York City. You don’t question anything. You just hope that whatever is going on doesn’t affect your commute and you can still pay your rent on time.”



Note: This is part of an on-going experiment at Bonnywood. Details found here.


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    • Is ‘paddling’ intentional- or did spellcheck fail? Also maybe ‘ducking?’ Jest sayin’. Well considering there was that four year glitch when if you googled Trump you got ‘President.’ and that was SOOO wrong, surely?

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      • Haha. 🙂 I had a mind-picture of a duck with Donnie’s head attached, paddling and quacking in scum-infested pond while trying to hide from NY authorities among the weeds. I was tempted to use alternative vocabulary choices, but decided against them. 😉

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  1. Donald (in an undignified position)  “Hey!  Anybody see a gigantic talking rat mouse around heres anywhere?   (it came out as Quak quakkkk quakk quack!  Pbbbbbllllt!), because we all know Donald can’t actually speak, he just makes a lot of sounds, which might be perfectly good “Duck speak” but no other species understands him.  Not even Daisy (who is also a duck and not that morphine addled slut-ette from Part Three).   People ran for cover as huge drops of spittle flung willy nilly by the huge spit spewing water lover splashed upon the tarmac where Donald (the Duck, not the Dump) had come to rest.  Duck spit, like duck sh*t is damned hard to wash off and it smells pretty fowl 🤣 besides.   Frustrated because nobody answered his question, Donald did the only other thing a sailor duck on leave might do.  He stuck out his thumb, “Hitchin’ A Ride” to California where he heard he might get work in the cartoon genre.    Some guy named Walt was waiting for him there.

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    • Sadly, upon arriving in Cali, Donald not the Dump quickly discovered that everybody lies in Hollywood and things rarely go as expected. In order to make ends meet until he was famous, Donald was forced to sell pumpkin butter at a roadside shack that would later become Knott’s Berry Farm. True story, swear….

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