Three ducks in a bar


A guy walks into a quiet bar, carrying three ducks.

He has one in each hand, and one under his left arm. He places them on the bar. He has a few drinks and chats with the bartender.

The bartender is experienced, and has learned not to ask people about the animals that they bring into the bar, so he doesn’t mention the ducks. They chat for about half an hour before the guy with the ducks has to go to the restroom. The ducks are left on the bar. The bartender is alone with the ducks.

There is an awkward silence. The bartender decides to try to make some conversation.

“What’s your name?” He asks the first duck.

“Huey” replies the first duck.

“How’s your day been, Huey?”

“Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day.”

“Oh. That’s nice,” says the bartender.

Then he says to the second duck “Hi, and what’s your name?”

“Dewey,” comes the answer.

“So how’s your day been, Dewey?”

“Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. If I had the chance another day I would do the same again.”

So the bartender turns to the third duck and says, “So, you must be Louie?”

“No,” quacks the third duck, “my name is Puddles, and don’t ask about my day.”




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