Turns out the rubber duckie, cutie though he be, isn’t the bathtub type.
(See my previous post.)
He’s a Splat Duckie. You’re meant to hurl him against a window or wall…
I know this because I used to have a Splat Frog,
but he got hurled against a wall,
landed on the gas heater,
and went to froggy heaven.
It’s a rainy Saturday and this was the best time-kill I could come up with.
I will grow up someday. I promise.
Nah, I’m just kidding. That’s never going to happen.