| 2002-12-16 : 2:53 p.m. | |||||||||
| taint my name with yellow duck & make me like it | |||||||||
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It started out innocently enough -- we just needed a bathmat, and thought the rubber duckie one was pretty nifty. Before we knew it, we chronically returned to that asle in wal-mart. We drooled over all of the options cum consumerist pleasure -- the bathmat, the trash can, the shower curtian holders, the toothbrush holder, the soapdish, the wall border. Eventually, like a teenage harlot, we had to give in. Our names will be sullied with rubber duckie association now and forever.
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