Who says there’s no money to be made with original art?
I will not be responsible for the duck after shipping, I will not field questions or help to explain its unusual mystique. I want nothing to do with it. The winning bidder must understand this. I don’t want someone to find this thing in a Dumpster or buy it at a garage sale, I want the person who gets it to understand what they have and not to take it lightly, and for Gods sake I don’t want it near children. I’d be just as happy if you buried it in the Tupperware container it’s still in.
First clowns, now this?
3 thoughts on “Rubber Ducky, I’m awfully scared by youuuu…”
But goddamn, you can see that thing has murderous intent in it’s psycho little plastic yella etes,
note: etes = eyes. I drink far too much drink wine, my typing turns to poop
Ah! What a freaky little story it is…if that person is playing trick then it’s really mean…