One frosty December night over at "THUG Central" where a few members of Da Thugs decided to have a little get together. Little did they know that there was something watching them. A silent watcher that had remained silent for years . . . . till now!

-- *Quack* -- *Quack* -- *QUACK!!!* -- 

Screamed the stuffed bird on the wall.

Is the Lone Star beer creating hallucinations? Or was it those cheap Marlboro Reds that I bought from the discount tobacco store before I came to the party? These are only a few of the questions that you might ask yourself when a stuffed foul starts to speak.

But this only meant one thing. A visit from the GREAT DUCK GOD! What caused the DUCK GOD to speak was not important. Neither is where the DUCK GOD comes from. The only thing that did matter was the offering of crackers, beer and cigarettes that should follow once the DUCK GOD speaks. So the handful of THUGS present didn't waste time. Sacrificing their beer, saltine crackers and paying homage with offerings of Marlboros and honor to this stuffed foul of the earth.

Because of this, Christmas 2000 will be one of the times to remember!

Click the Duck!