Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Smart duck

A ducks walks into a bar and asks, "Got any grapes?" The bartender, confused, tells the duck, "No, this bar doesn't serve grapes." The duck thanks him and waddles out.

The next day, the duck waddles in and asks, "Got any grapes?" Again, the bartender says to the duck, "No, this bar does not serve grapes, has never served grapes, and, furthermore, will never serve grapes." The duck, a little ruffled, thanks him and leaves.

The next day, the duck returns, but before he can say anything, the bartender begins to yell ''Listen, duck! This is a bar! We do not serve grapes! If you ever ask for grapes again, I will nail your stupid duck beak to the bar!''

The duck is silent for a moment, and then asks, ''Got any nails?'' Confused, the bartenders says "No."

''Good!'' says the duck. ''Got any grapes?''

I was that duck. I continually waddled (staggered, fell, walked, whatever) into bars trying to order a grape. My grape was that magic drink that would allow me to order just one or two or three and quit drinking. Of course, I never found it.
Instead I found the Fellowship, which has given me so much more than I ever thought possible. Today, I am thankful that I never found that magic grape.


Anonymous said...

Light clean humor...quite refreshing.

Anonymous said...

You, my dawg, are a goofball!

Anonymous said...

No added your comment part of that post later, Dawg!
Let's see -- would I take that grape if it existed? the one that would allow me to consume chemicals like a normie???? hmmmmmm......
I think the normies already took them all and they hide them from those of us with the DZ.

Meg Moran said...

AND I spent and inordinate amount of time searching to make sure that the people around me didn't have any NAILS, so I wouldn't get held accountable for my constant grape obsession....darn if only they had caught me sooner.........