Many years ago I was told a story about a guy in Douglas, AZ who had a pet duck. He would take it with him when he went to the bars to drink and play dominos. The barkeeps tolerated it because the owner was a good customer and people would come to see the duck who was very well behaved ( trained ).
“... a story about a guy who had a pet duck...”
A drunk walks into a bar with a duck on his head. The bartender asks, “Uh, can I help you?” The duck responds, “Yeah, you can get this drunk guy off my butt”. (brought to you by my five year old who thinks this is the funniest joke ever(?!)
A duck came into a bar and ordered a drink. The bartender asked if the duck will pay for it with cash or a credit card. The duck said just put it on my bill.