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| One morning when i was getting to work at the 'big boat' club, I got to see a duck get raped by another duck. | |
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| I know it was rape, because mallards mate for life, and the male duck that did the raping thwarted the mate of the duck that was his prize... | |
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| I watched as the rapist-duck pinned the female by biting her on the back of the neck and pinning her head to the ground.. The poor defeated mate quacked on, about three feet away. | |
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| I viewed on in revulsion as the assailant mounted the female, and fully penetrated it. Not 3 feet from where i was standing. | |
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| When the rape-bird finished the act, and pulled out its fat moist, pinkish, rotini shaped unit, inundating the deck with a mixture of seawater and duck rudiment, i was left with one thought. | |
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| Which would be better at 8am? Corona or Guiness? | |
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