And she's carrying papers, which would mean she's at work.
Or bringing some work home, or just on her way out the door with same--but no, no, let's not dwell on Tinny's gross bestiality fantasies. The obvious answer is that Tinny was sloshed (again) when he scribbled this. If he's too effed-up to know where he is, how can he be expected to comprehend where his characters are?
Don't tell me that Chantel slept at Mallard's house. God no. Her heroin addiction has finally hit rock bottom.
No wonder she's leaving for work so early; she makes the "walk of shame" to find a lazy ass duck wearing a clown suit, sans pants, too stupid to tell the difference between a Disney movie and the next president. And he sold his couch to buy heroin.
Chantel, you used to look like this. You had a future. You used to (rightfully) not give Mallard the time of day. It's time for an intervention.
Or, there's still always the possibility she's a flesh eating zombie, on her way to eat Mallard. I would like very much to believe that.
Mallard has to watch TV at work since his home boobtube is too dusty. And he doesn't work while at work and so his paycheck is nothing, and he can't afford cable with the dog show channels and houseflipping.
That isn't Chantel, that's the poor third-world country starving woman just introduced to the concept of self-esteem. She likes it so much she's working hard and imitating Chantel. Give her another few weeks, and she'll be another liberal beauty ignoring Mallard like the rest of them.
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Have I already indicated that I hate Mallard?
LOOK OUT, MALLARD!! A ZOMBIE/SCARECROW/HEROIN ADDICT IS BEHIND Y--oh, wait, that's Chantel.
Wait, what the *blip* is Chantel doing in your (filthy) living room while you're splaying in your jam-jams?
...Ewwwwwwwwwww. No, no no no no no, begone from my mind's eye, o foul mental image. That's illegal in most states, anyway.
I'll just assume Mallard has begun showing up to work dressed like a clown, and has finally given up any pretense of dignity. Just like Tinsley.
P.S. God, I hope that's supposed to be Chantel's elbow.
And she's carrying papers, which would mean she's at work.
And he's laying down in his pajamas with his snacks next to him?
And how do you not know what you're watching when it comes to Disney vs. news?
I get the feeling Mallard has never actually listened to an Obama speech outside of the soundbites on Fox News.
Tinsley's denounce Disney movies now?
Yeah, that'll work.
And she's carrying papers, which would mean she's at work.
Or bringing some work home, or just on her way out the door with same--but no, no, let's not dwell on Tinny's gross bestiality fantasies. The obvious answer is that Tinny was sloshed (again) when he scribbled this. If he's too effed-up to know where he is, how can he be expected to comprehend where his characters are?
Don't tell me that Chantel slept at Mallard's house. God no. Her heroin addiction has finally hit rock bottom.
No wonder she's leaving for work so early; she makes the "walk of shame" to find a lazy ass duck wearing a clown suit, sans pants, too stupid to tell the difference between a Disney movie and the next president. And he sold his couch to buy heroin.
Chantel, you used to look like this. You had a future. You used to (rightfully) not give Mallard the time of day. It's time for an intervention.
Or, there's still always the possibility she's a flesh eating zombie, on her way to eat Mallard. I would like very much to believe that.
Mallard has to watch TV at work since his home boobtube is too dusty. And he doesn't work while at work and so his paycheck is nothing, and he can't afford cable with the dog show channels and houseflipping.
That isn't Chantel, that's the poor third-world country starving woman just introduced to the concept of self-esteem. She likes it so much she's working hard and imitating Chantel. Give her another few weeks, and she'll be another liberal beauty ignoring Mallard like the rest of them.
You mean like a mail-order bride, exanonymous? I can see Mallard doing that.
"You think too much!"
Er, exacty how many brain cells have we been required to expend since January 20, 2001?
On the bright side, he's finally taken a short break from his incoherent rambling splutterings about gun control!
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