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A (talking) duck waddles into a bar.

Duck: Ya got any duck food?

Bartender: I’m sorry, we don’t.

The next day:

Duck: Ya got any duck food?

Bartender: Like I told you yesterday, we don’t got any duck food! Get out!

The next day:

Duck: Ya got any duck food?

Bartender: NO! and if you come in here again about this, I’ll NAIL your webbed feet to the floor!

The next day:

Duck: Ya got any nails?

Bartender: (puzzled) Uh, no.

Duck: In that case, ya got any duck food?


32 posted on 11/08/2024 11:52:17 PM PST by SunkenCiv (Putin should skip ahead to where he kills himself in the bunker.)
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A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, “I’m sorry, but your duck, Cuddles, has passed away.”

The distressed woman wailed, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead,” replied the vet.

“How can you be so sure?” she protested. “I mean you haven’t done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something.”

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador retriever.

As the duck’s owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.

He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, “I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck.”

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman. The duck’s owner, still in shock, took the bill. “150 dollars,” she cried, “150 dollars just to tell me my duck is dead!”

The vet shrugged, “I’m sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab report and the CAT scan, it’s now $150.”


36 posted on 11/09/2024 12:09:14 AM PST by SunkenCiv (And if the duck isn't dead, we can't say what's the mallard with him. /rimshot)
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