Just up ahead, fellas — that’s where poor ol’ Mandrake bought the farm. I remember it like it was yesterday…
A bunch of us was waddling back to the pond, and we’d had a few, and we see these men unloading crates of beer. And Mandrake walks up and he says “I’ll take a case, and you can put it on my bill!”
Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened. Poor fella was so startled he dropped the case right on Mandrake. And so right here marks the spot where Mandrake got plastered.
What’s really happening here: In England, three cities have “waddle lanes” to give web-footed walkers their own space. Story in the Daily Mail. Waddle they think of next?
I want to live in a country that institutes waddle lanes.
Me, too! This is too cute!
Me three! Around here, it would be for Canada geese. Maybe they could get the geese to poop only in the waddle lane too. (Frozen goose poop is some slippery sh*t.)
Omg. The photos, Mike’s commentary, the “waddle lanes”. Fantastic. I would like a human waddle lane for after you’ve had a big dinner and are trying to waddle home.
Perfection! I like Mike’s story better than the real version. But I love the idea of waddle lanes for ducks. Should be instituted everywhere.
Me too, re story!
The waddle lane is whichever lane I’m in.
Same here.
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Ha ha great!!! 🤣🤣 BFB – just for you!
And Alice… really?? Three cities with waddle lanes?? And do they stay in the lanes?? 😆
OMG!
And it just so happens I need new glasses lol
This superb story is right up there with the brilliant and legendary tale set in the woods near Klamath Falls. Bravo, Mike.
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And I learnt “une jolie expression” : “to buy the farm”