Foul Language

Nae's Nest —  April 29, 2012 — 2 Comments

I was reading over some of the blogs I follow when I came across one entitled “The Hilarity Of Ducks”.  It was a couple of pictures with brief descriptions which I chuckled pretty good over.  It reminded me of one of my own funny duck stories.

A little while back (Ok, so it was more than a “little” while back…GEEZ, even my conscience won’t let me fib).  Now, I shall clear my throat, or crack my knuckles as the case may be, and continue.

long while back, I needed to make a bank deposit for the healthcare center where I was employed.  I invited a coworker to come along.  I was going to run a few more errands and thought she might enjoy getting away from the work atmosphere for a bit.

Once we completed the errands, we decided to go to a McDonald’s drive-thru for lunch.  The line was long, as it was lunch hour and evidently everyone had the same idea in mind.  However, I can honestly attest to the fact that nobody had the great time we did in that long line.

I will pause the story just long enough to describe my surroundings:


  This McDonald’s is only a traffic light, a barn and a pine tree away from my work.  (Ah, come-on guys.  Give me a break.  The ladies understand perfectly).  However, for the men who can not understand directions, the McDonald’s was..very close to my work.  (eyeroll).  Also very close-by to a duck pond.   Thus, it was not uncommon at all to see ducks all over the place.

(enter ducks)


 The line was long, as it was lunch hour and evidently everyone had the same idea it seemed.  However, I can honestly attest to the fact that nobody had the great time we did in that long line.

Finally, we were within hearing distance of the speaker.  You know, the drive-in speakers.  The kind where the person waiting on you always sounds like she has a mouthful of marbles?  That kind of speaker.  We would be next up to place the order.  It was at this moment, I noticed a couple of ducks waddle through the parking lot.  They waddled their little duck asses in the McDonald’s line.  In fact, they line jumped right in front of us.  The nervy little duckers.

My friend and I begin to watch the ducks.  My friend, I’ll call her “Blondie” started laughing.  She pointed at the ducks and said “Oh my God!  Those ducks are playing leap-frog”.  I looked at Blondie, I looked at the ducks and I looked at Blondie again.  I just had to make sure whether or not she was joking.  Nobody could be this…eh, blonde could they?

By this time Readers, you have probably figured out what the ducks were actually doing, which is more than what I can say for Blondie.  Twenty years later and she is most likely still wondering.

We had a little duck porn going on directly in front of us at the McDonald’s parking lot.  I could not figure out which was funnier-the foul porn or the ditzy Barbie.  As if this isn’t enough for me to mentally juggle, a third duck had the nerve to waddle his little duck ass through the McDonald’s parking lot.

So now, we now have a duck orgy.  I got to laughing so hard, I could not give my marble-mouthed order to the marbled-mouthed cashier.  Idunno, somehow the crazy leap-frog-duck-fu$% put me over the edge of insanity.  I nearly peed my pants with laughter.

Somehow, we did get out orders in and made it back to work.  Later, I heard on the news that a few ducks were arrested for “screwing around and using foul language” in a McDonald’s parking lot.  To this day, I have often wondered if they were my fine foul feathered friends.

Now wasn’t that just ducky?  Isn’t there a duck story hidden somewhere in each of us?   I would love to hear yours!  Please check out .  I am curious to see whether those pictures quack you up.  (Sorry, couldn’t resist)

I will end with a Shakespearian quote to ponder.  It seems he wrote with my story in mind:

 “To fowl or not to foul?  That is the question”

Renee Robinson

Nae's Nest


I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

2 responses to Foul Language


    TOO FUNNY!!! Love this post!! I love humor!!

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