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Somewhere in the southern ocean of Loretta's World
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| You can't cook me, Mr. Chef. I'm not a duck, I'm a Dave. | |
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| I yam sure that the recipe calls for a duck and not a Dave. | |
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| Ok, wise guy. I've been on this island before and I kow the score. So go back and tell the bald guy to keep typing them numbers or the place is gonna blow up. | |
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| Roast duck..Duck salad sand -wiches... Duck Surprise... | |
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| Listen pal. Surprise this! I am NOT a duck. I am a 5'7" JDPLVY with an attitude. If you don't bug outta here right now, I am going to have Swedish Chef in pineapple sauce for dinner. | |
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