Walking home with my friends the other night, after a night out. We walked past two locals who looked like they were absolutely drugged up off their fucking faces, one of them had a duck on a leash and he was walking it down the street. The duck was apparently called Gary, as whenever it (understandably) resisted walking with them, the guy walking it would angrily shout "COMEON GARY, STOPIT". We kinda slowed down walking to watch, the guy was getting increasingly more angry at the duck, which was in clear distress.
After a minute or so of "GARY, COME ON, FOR FUCK SAKE GARY", the guy fucking lost his patience and smacked it, causing him to drop a bag of (whatever) he had in his jacket pocket on the floor. The duck fucking went for what the guy dropped and before you know it the duck and the guy are rolling around on the floor together fighting over the small plastic wallet, with the second guy holding his hands on his head watching, whilst repeating "Noooo Gary, noooo Garyyy, noooo nooooo, noooooooooooooooo".
Why.
After a minute or so of "GARY, COME ON, FOR FUCK SAKE GARY", the guy fucking lost his patience and smacked it, causing him to drop a bag of (whatever) he had in his jacket pocket on the floor. The duck fucking went for what the guy dropped and before you know it the duck and the guy are rolling around on the floor together fighting over the small plastic wallet, with the second guy holding his hands on his head watching, whilst repeating "Noooo Gary, noooo Garyyy, noooo nooooo, noooooooooooooooo".
Why.