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an extremely pissed off woman sits alone in her living room staring out her open front door for her recently relapsed alchoholic husband to come stumbling up the drive. sure enough 10 o'clock, 11 o'clock then 12, 1 and 2am roll by and the longer she sits and waits the more furious she becomes. as expected at a quarter after two her wasted husband comes staggering up the drive but has a duck gently cradled in his arms. upon reaching his porch the front door burst open and his wife stands there rolling pin in hand yelling at the top of her lungs "uh huh, your drunk again you piece of fucking shit, where in the fuck have you been this time?!" calmly and collectively he looks into the eyes of his wife then down at the duck and back to his wife and says "welp, this here is the pig ive been fucking" she furiously looks down at the duck and to her husband and yells "that aint no pig, thats a fucking duck" he softly smiles into his wifes eyes and says "i wasnt fucking talking to you!"
