It's a duck, so I wake up to quacking.
Yesterday morning I wanted to wring the duck's throat.
I feel the duck's life is in serious danger.
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7 comments:
That is hysterical. A duck phone alarm. Truly, truly demented.
I like it. ;)
And when someone calls me Jayne, my phone starts barking.
Well... ah man, I got nothing.
I'm usually awakened to the Spouse Sparrow farting in his sleep, and the Nestling then giggling madly and saying "Say 'Excuse me,' Dada!"
I don't think I'll be using that as an alarm, though.
Does it not lay eggs?
A giggling alarm clock, I like it.
No SaS, that would be me - when I get my monthly account.
"monthly account" - is that a new code?
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