Monday, 4 May 2009

Find your tribe rubber duck

Once he got his specks on right, he was able to find his tribe. My little strange rubber duck sighs with happy content. A rubber duck without a tribe is, well, like taking a cigarette from someone who was born smoking in the hands of the midwife. He finds himself looking at his sponge heart and decides that life in plastic is in fact fan-bloody-tastic.

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