Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Ducks are hungry!


So we got Thai. They hate take out but you can't bring them to the restaurant. It sounds like they are farting all the time.

Yes that's right. That was them. That's my story and I am sticking to it.
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9 comments:

windbag said...

My wife and son love Thai. It's their favorite place in town. I don't think you can get Peking Duck there, though. Bangkok Duck doesn't sound as appetizing.

May 10, 2011 at 3:28 PM
chickelit said...

This is one of the few good restaurants in town--carry out.

I recommend a #10 and a #49 (whole tilapia, basil % garlic sauce).

May 10, 2011 at 3:37 PM
Penny said...

"That was them."

No trouble believing that at all. What do you expect when you raise a bunch of porcelains.

Sometimes you're such a city boy. lol

Gotta go for one of those barnyard ducks, and preferably, one who dresses up for dinner.

May 10, 2011 at 5:22 PM
Peter V. Bella said...

I always thought ducks sounded like Asians fornicating.

May 10, 2011 at 7:03 PM
Sir Archy said...

To Trooper York.

Sir,

'Tis the Fate of many a Man of even slight Eminance to be pester'd by insignificant Friends as well as Enemies: The Dog who barks through fondness is no less troublesome than the Cur stimulated by Anger.  I pray you, Sir, that you may find it in your generous Humour to take my ghostly Hand proffer'd in Friendship, and that I may not be excessively troublesome to a Man who has shewn himself to use his Guests with utmost Kindness.  You may know, Sir, that I am the Ghost of a Gentleman, dead these Two-Hundred-Sixty Years and more.

As you write of Ducks, I may tell you that in my Age, perhaps the most famous Water-Fowl was a Mechanical Semblance of a Duck, made by one M. Vaucanson, a very intelligent Artificer at Grenoble and Paris.  He is said to have made a mechanical Flute-Player; a Shepherd who play'd upon the Pipe & Tabor; a Tambourine Player; and, his crowning Achievement, Magnum Opus & Glory of his Art: The famous Shitting Duck of Paris.

This Bird could flap its Wings; drink of a Dish of Water; and, what excited the most Astonishment, eat & digest Corn, deficating very convincingly the Contents of its Bowels. It should not surprise the Student of Natural Philosophy to learn that M. Vaucanson, clever as he may have been, had not yet mastered the Fluxions of Humours attendant upon the Digestion of Food; so, that the Bird's Offal had been, of needs, prepar'd beforehand.  M. Voltaire remark'd, that whilst the French Nation had many fine Accomplishments by which to remember the Age of Lewis XIVth, the Glory of France under his Successor might best be compass'd by a Deficating Duck.

The Improvements this Modern Age might make upon M. Vaucanson's Invention are wonderful to imagine. If we, in my Day, could make a Duck shit with Clock-work, what could not you Moderns do with such Wonders as you have wrought in all the mechanical Arts?

I pray you, Sir, to enquire of several of the Toy-Makers you had lately met with, whether any would be so ingenious as to oblige an old Ghost his fond desire to have erected a fitting Monument to this Age, namely a shitting Duck, compleat in all his Particulars, as only you Moderns could effect. I assure you, Sir, the Increase of Custom you should get from the Display of such a Pet would more than defray the Charges of the Artist who should make him. And you, Sir, would thus gladden the ghostly Heart of

      Your most humble & obt. Servant,
          Archbd. B—

May 10, 2011 at 8:59 PM
Penny said...

So what's going on here, Troop?

You have a few of us following.

So now what?

May 11, 2011 at 1:00 AM
The Dude said...

Next, duck soup!

May 11, 2011 at 8:37 AM
The Dude said...

Then, later that same day, Peeking Duck. Oh yeah...

May 11, 2011 at 11:36 AM
ricpic said...

I think Voltaire was to 18th century France what Bertrand Russell was to 20th century Britain: brilliant but off.

May 11, 2011 at 4:59 PM

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