Sullying the good name of the ducks

Another week has come and gone in the blink of an eye and we are, once again, at the Friday mark. Praise the lord, jesus has come etc etc.

It’s really too early for such nonsense. Why am I up so early? Damn good question!  The Boyf needed a lift to work at the crack of dawn and also I had some work to do this morning, which, as it turns out, I can’t actually do. It’s awesome. I could very happily go back to bed right now and it would be as easy as sticking a hot knife through butter.

Not pictured: A knife.

You’ll also notice how this perfectly innocent looking butter is in the shape of a duck.

In fact, it’s duck butter…the unfortunate victim of this week’s Fuck Friday.

Duck Butter

Duck butter is created when you, a dude, have had a really long day. It was a long day filled with all sorts of physical activity. It was also hot.  Actually, this probably isn’t required, I don’t know, I can’t say I’ve experienced what ballsacs do outside of extra curricular activities.

On these days, you sweat your ass off, and, your ballsac. The sweat from your ballsac and your ass come together (the movie, ‘When sac and ass collide’ is coming to theatres near you), and creates a buttery coating along the grundle and actual ‘manhole’ (read: butthole). This probably occurs mostly due to an unwashed scrotum but if left unchecked you are now the proud owner of duck butter, the only butter known to man that has a god awful smell that will worsen by the minute.

Also goes by the name “Fermunda Cheese”.

I’m sorry duckies.

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