OrgoneConclusion said:
ThaiTea said: The story in my journal about a friend making me steal ducklings is pretty weird..
Thanks for sharing!
Hangovers and Ducks: True story #11108184 - 09/22/09 08:33 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) Edit Reply Quote
A couple months back a friend of mine informed me of her annual family reunion festival on her farm. She said it was going to be a good old time and I would be accompanied by many of my friends, an open bar, several kegs, good food, a band, and the usual appearance of 'Cosmic Frank' one of her dads crazy alcoholic, tripped out friends who gets inappropriately drunk. So I was sold, it was gonna be a good night with good VT weather and good VT friends. When I arrived i met many of my friends who were already tanked, my buddy skip greeted me with a forceful handshake that he did not let go of, followed by a kick in the nuts and a punch in the chest. I took this as a sign that I needed to catch up with the creww, so i kicked it by the keg for a while. Soon the night became a frenzied blur of live music, hot dogs, horeshoes, and dancin', oh yea and trout river keg beer . It was indeed a good time, but my story takes place the next morning.
I wake up..hazy, and I don't know where I am. I look around and there is a cat menacingly meowing in my face, i say "fuck off asshole" and the cat scampered down a wooden ladder. I realize i am in the upstairs of a hay barn, i had apparently climbed up while blacked out and made my nest in a stack of hay. Although not a bad improv party sleep spot, no one could find me and i therefore missed my ride. The other thing that sucked tits was that everyone saw me come out of the barn and i was barraged with laughter and erotic animal jokes. One guy had shit his pants he was so hammered and he was waving them around laughing like he was proud. I was getting tooled on for sleeping in the only warm place on that farm, while some kid shit his pants..uncool. Anyway after all this i started to worry about finding my ride home when just then a good pal of mine came up to me as if he knew, and was like " you need a ride man" [Some background info on this kid: Hes one of those crazy as fuck(too much acid), but still hilarious dudes, also kind of an alcoholic.] So I say yea man i need a ride, and i know that some weird shit is gonna go down, as every time i'm around this kid, (i'll call him zack) he does something thats ridiculous. So me and Zack, who is very good family friends with the people who put on the festival, got permission to tap the last keg. So we drank for hours with the other party stragglers, including the son of the people who put on the festival, we will call him T. We ripped the bong and laughed and joked until i was getting edgy and wanted to split. I suggested leaving to zack. He replied," yea man we will head out soon, there is just one thing im gonna need your help with first." "oh yea zack, whats that?" i say reluctantly. "Have you seen the family of ducks running around here?" "What?!.. no cant say that i have." " well they are around here somewhere, I saw them just a little while ago, anyway im gonna need you to help me get two males and two females bro." he replied. I expected some shit like this! Honestly wasn't surprised, as weird as it is. I mean this kid is like family with these people and he wants to steal the animals because he is a self proclaimed "Bird Farmer". (he repeated that a lot) I was undecided but eventually caved because i really needed a ride and i knew i would get a funny story out of all this. We proceeded to walk around the farm searching and searching not having any luck. Zack was getting pissed off too, cursing the ducks, saying he just saw them. I told him "its not that big of a deal they are just ducks, and this is all kinda creepy man." He glared at me like i was an asshole, until i was like fuck alright! We will keep looking. We walked towards the barn meanwhile zack told me about the 6 quail birds he was raising in his basement. didnt really know if this was true, but whatever. so finally we see like 12 ducks and one large mother duck between these barns. Zack gets all excited and says" this is goin down now." Zack handed me a cooler he found and was "like open it and get ready" I start to realize that this kind of sucks, we are in plain view of the families house, and i feel bad for these baby ducks. Zack quickly grabs one, and a bursting chatter of horrified baby duck peeps hits my eardrums in a way that made me immediately say, "Aww goddamnit man fuck this" " no no no man its cool its cool" he says this as the momma duck starts fighting him, and seriously fighting hard; he got bit several times, and flapped at and quakked at. IT WAS VERY INTENSE. Finally he decided two ducks was all it was worth, so we booked it outta there with a beer cooler with two captive baby birds who were shit there pants terrified, (and actually the was a lot of duck shit in the cooler, no duck pants, but def some duck poo.) We get to his truck and i am bitter. Zack is all excited and only wants to talk about how cute his ducks are and how they are going to love their mother and there new home. He was a little dissapointed i wasnt so pumped about his birds. So he apologized. "I know that momma duck was pissed man, and i know they were scared but they will forget in time, i will be there new mom." I just grumbled whatever dude your nuts. We got to his house where he took me down to his basement, and in there waiting was a large cage with many quail inside running around. And next to the quail, haha was another cage, this cage was empty, zack placed his new baby ducks inside. I asked him if this was premeditated or did he just happen to have an extra birdcage? I did not get a clear response but i assumed it was planned. what a fuckin character, dont invite him to your farm! I got my ride home, and got a quarter of nug to keep my mouth shut about the whole expirience, I was like sick man hell yeah! I held out until now, this tale is too fuckin weird to not be shared.
Epilogue: Zack got hammered one night and his dad was hammered too, and they ended up scrappin, they are both fucking super jacked, but zack was no match for his pops, so long story short shit went down now zack lives with his mom, and zacks dad most likely has no clue that there are around 10 dead caged birds in his basement. THE END
thanks for listening much love. also i apologize now for anyone who is uber animal rights
( I actually found out recently that they are infact all dead.)
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Could the presence of Junkies account for all these uneaten french fries?
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