Tag: Rubber Duck

Caption This!

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Write your own caption to this photo and place in the comments.

I have no idea what Joey is doing to Rubber Duck. Post your best guess. Here, I’ll start:

Rubber Duck: “Oh boy I should never of had that second helping of Joey Fries at Passports. I feel like I’m giving birth to a lobster broker.”

Now your turn. First prize gets a visit from none other than the rubber one.

Khan Studio & Madfish heating up on Rocky Neck

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Rubber Duck was the first to sign the guest book at the Khan Studio & Good Morning Gloucester Gallery last night.

Hey Roxie, I want to change my name too, any suggestions?

EJ gives the duck tour of the new gallery. Duck also needs to bring a gallery warming gift of white wine since she was pounding them back.

Then it was on to Madfish and Jenny Dee and the Deelinquents but Rubber Duck was carded, one bummed duck pressed against the glass.

While the duck stayed outside we checked out the first set by Jenny Dee and crew.Rubber Duck thinks Rocky Neck has to be added to the weekend duck tour for the rest of the season. Madfish Grille is open for the season with Safety, 80s Party tonight, and Groove next Friday. Khan Studio open Noon to 8PM every day except Monday and Tuesday.

Happy Mother’s Day from Homie and the new family

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Proud Parents

Homie playing with the kids:Homie even showed off his family to his old high school pals. They played a rousing game of tag. (I might not release those photos.)

The Morning After

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Turn that damn light off! Can’t a girl get some beauty sleep?

Put the notebook away and do something useful like fill my coffee cup.

OK, Chapter one, paragraph one, it was a dark and stormy night, I would call it weather only a rubber duck could enjoy and I was enjoying the night out but it took over seven hours of watered down Fenway suds before the Red Sox lost then the free drinks started stacking in front of me and I learned how to drink boilermakers out of a straw then a shot rang out as shots are wont to do and everyone hit the floor sounding like a bag of seedless watermelons thrown off a Dorchester Triple Decker since I think we landed up downstairs at Down Under and they hadn’t mopped up yet and the wet splat of large garden fruit was the last thing I remember before I woke up rubber side up in your lobster tank and I never ever want to hear someone cackle “bottoms up” again and no, you cannot see my new tattoo.

Got all of that? Got any leads on Homie? And not any Homie, my Homie. I heard of your idea of tying some fresh herring around my neck and tossing me in the harbor which I think totally sucks. What kind of girl do you take me for? OK, scratch that. Oh, my achin’ beak – any good Cinco de Mayo parties tonight – hair of the Rubber Dog and all – who made this coffee – hit me again –  thanks bro.

Homie in Love Part XII to XIV

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“Can I hide in here?”

Or maybe I should take sailing lessons and get the hell out of Dodge?”

“Maybe I’ll just go surfin'”

(This was Hoop Pole Cove this past Sunday, April 17.  Second time in three years there were two surfers out there trying to catch some monster waves curling around Andrews Point.)

Part I and PartII to XI