12/9    I tried.  I tried to stop fantasizing about my friend's duck.  But I
        failed.  I avoided her for a while after our leg touching encounter at
        dinner that one unforgettable night.  Not seeing her only increased my
        fascination with her.  When I'm awake, I'm thinking about her.  When
        I'm asleep I'm dreaming about her. I'm going crazy over another man's
        duck!  My friend's duck!  This is so wrong.  But why does it feel so
        exciting at the same time?
        \_ did you repost this troll from several months ago from memory, or
           do you have it saved somewhere?
        \_ Hmmm... duck.
        \_ To borrow a phrase: Just Do It!
        \_ motd poll:
           fuck that duck: .
           duck that fuck: