tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318466.post8313395417951531132..comments2024-03-28T04:00:50.360+00:00Comments on Scaryduck: Not Scary. Not a Duck: OVERLOOKDuck Newshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08244826552838289092noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318466.post-5591176105437240622014-01-12T16:09:48.869+00:002014-01-12T16:09:48.869+00:00"He turned on his heals" ... what chance..."He turned on his heals" ... what chance could a working class duckling possible have against middle class oppression.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318466.post-75922166457273998682014-01-08T20:38:40.509+00:002014-01-08T20:38:40.509+00:00".....I had eaten all my chocolate rations be...".....I had eaten all my chocolate rations before lunch on the first day, and spent much of the afternoon bowking rich, brown vomit all over Oxfordshire......"<br /><br />I can think of no better place for such merit-badge-earning emetics. Can you?<br />Your neologism, "bowking" is almost as good as your other word, "yarch"(circa 2006) coined for the same activity. Your best, to date, is "noiks" - an onomatopoeic confection of lexical genius sent to you directly from the Gods on Olympus high to, well you know, bename those particular girly bits that come in pairs and make our jumpers bumpy(again, circa 2006)<br /><br /><i>"You, Coleman. You let me down badly on the route march. You'll never amount to much, so I'm promoting your brother instead of you. Let that be a lesson."</i><br /><br />He may have been as Ghandi was to Formula One racing when it came to the intricacies of youth indoctrination, but still, he got that right.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com