I am still a beautiful swan!
********* I've been in quite the negative funk lately. An unpleasant unhappy man. Yet even in my foaming wrath I know I am a beautiful swan, gracefully swimming along the river of life. My feathers, a silky soft white. My beak, a pure glistening ebony. My feet are webbed! I can swim by paddling with them. I have a long neck for pecking at the underwater plants that comprise my diet. Even in death I am glorious: my liver will one day make a fantastic pate for some homosexual. I can't lose!
posted by Old Stallion at 2:16 PM
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no matter how often swans try to bite me, or aggressively chase me around the park, i still feed them delicious hunks of bread and do not chase their baby swanlings. this is the unspoken way of the ninja and swan.
also, do you think that swan would be as delicious as duck? if so, sign me up.
From this post I have learned that beautiful swans have really weird feet and are much bigger than you think they might be when someone picks them up and tries to put them in a sink. I can only assume the same is true about you, Professor Romance.
Hey, Professor Romance! Casual Ninja! You guys are all gonna get skooled by this guy! Or maybe he's your spawn?
Dr. McNinja
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