R. Duck writes-
Dear Homie,
You left me and the peeps out on Milk Island while you ran off to play with your high school buds. The anniversary of our first meeting is coming up on April 18th and I hope you have sown your oats and we can get back together this spring. I am fermenting your favorite, rotting pollock guts, for you.
Yours forever,
Rubber Duck
Good Morning Gloucester 
JOEY posted this?? You’re beginning to crack!! Stay away from Morrison for a while.
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If I may interject since I have spent some time with both members of this relationship. The problem might be their polar opposite view of what “forever” means. Think about what that means to a seagull and to a Rubber Duck. Although very intelligent a seagull’s view of the world is mostly centered around where the next meal will come from and how to make it “mine mine mine.” Life is short and the not quite full year that Homie has known the Rubber Duck seems to him like a lifetime.
A Rubber Duck on the other hand is not actually made out of rubber but a mixture of polymers that if not exposed to the elements too often might actually last “forever”.
Because of this I think RD has to loosen up a bit and not be annoyed that Homie’s favorite song is “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
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“I am fermenting your favorite, rotting pollock guts, for you. ”
Some of the worlds most famous sauces started out this way, Worcestershire, Lee & Perrins, A-1. Does Rubber Duck need a barrel to age it properly in?
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