Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.
[UPDATE: Bloody hell, they're all stolen. Even this one was swiped from earlier tweets. I TRUSTED YOU, @FreddyAmazin!]
Well, someone clearly has their finger on the pulse of popular culture.
I would have thought that the wanton indiscretions of Ducks, Beavers, and their degenerate Platypus offspring were common knowledge by now, and yet everyone has taken to re-tweeting this as though it was the latest breakthrough in evolutionary science.
I suppose that one positive result stemming from this onslaught of miscegenation trivia is that the latest round of Emus have come out of the woodwork to try and pass this tweet off as their own. Now I've got a some new names to add to my handy list of who to block:
Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.
Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.
Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.
Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver."
Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.
Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.
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