NY152, My brother made duck last night for our little family dinner. Duck, like the little quack, quack ducks you can feed at a pond. I wasn’t a fan of his menu selection, nor was I fan of him using the head of the duck as a “decoration.” Hell, I would have rather seen the caviar gracing the plate at that point. When he brought it out, all I could think about was the end scene in A Christmas Story when they are at the Chinese restaurant, singing Fra ra ra ra all night long. Despite the fun memory, and that song playing on repeat in my head, I still couldn’t get over the dead duck head. Why my
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