I think you misspelled it.
I have a nephew named Drake. I call him Duckboy. He doesn’t like it and tries to punch me in the stomach. I grab him and give him a dutch rub.
*Duck, Duck, Duck, Duke of Earl
Duck, Duck, Duck of Earl
Duck, Duck, Duck of Earl
Duck, Duck, Duck of Earl
As I walk through this world
Nothing can stop the Duck of Earl
And you, you are my girl
No one can hurt you, oh, no
And when I hold you
You’ll be my Duckess, Duckess of Earl
We’ll walk through my duckdom
And a paradise we will share
Duck, Duck, Duck, Duke of Earl
Duck, Duck, Duck of Earl
Duck, Duck, Duck of Earl
Duck, Duck, Duck of Earl*
What did the guy that just walked into a bar say to the guy behind him?
Duck!
Oh, yeah. I meant, “because hicks dig ducks”.
So the feral cats under my porch have decided that I’m a swell person. How do I know? I put kibble in their dish for them. They put a headless mouse in it for me.
I feel so proud! Should I be hanging this on my refrigerator?
Julie
Er. I didn’t post in this thread.
It’s all my browser’s fault.
Bad Mozilla. BAAAAAD.
Julie
Of course it quacks.
Allright, I got the orange sauce.
When’s dinner?
Hold me, I’m scared…
[John Wayne]
Wellll hold on there little ladyyyy . . . Don’t wuuuury, we’ll find 'em over the next ridge.
[/John Wayne]
Tripler
Cirrcle the wagons, Roy. There’s thieves . . . . aaaabout.
The duck has been stolen.
I heard a strange quacking coming from the balcony, but by the time I got out there all I saw was a single feather.
Who toucha my duck? You toucha my duck? You toucha the feathers of my duck, I breaka your face. I breaka, I breaka, I breaka your face.
We had a duck, and a chick. Ya’ll remember those little fake furry ones that quack and chirp when they’re warmed in your hand? Well, ours malfunctioned and quacked and chirped all of the time, so we hid them in my brothers trunk, behind the back seat so he would stop his car constantly on his 5 hour drive home to look for whatever was making those sounds. We must’ve hidden them very well because he didn’t speak to me for a week 
Oh my God!! It’s an abDUCKtion!
Someone call the web . . . I mean flatfoot! Everyone, flock to the crime scene!
I don’t know what kind of quack would do this, but rest assured, they’ll be going south for the winter. :mad:
Tripler
[sub]I’m officially all out of “duck” jokes.[/sub]
Well, help me find my missing sig lines before I call “fowl”!
Quick! Call in Sherlock Holmes!
You remember him right?
He’s the master of DeDUCKtive reasoning.
Perhaps you should have fastened him to your balcony in some way. With a strong adhesive, maybe. What’s that kind of tape, you know, the grey stuff, really sticky…
Oh yeah. Duct tape.
Well, maybe he wasn’t stolen. If he developed some sort of mallardy that caused him to lose all his feathers, he might have left on his own, out of embarassment. Well, if he comes back, I sure hope this doesn’t happen again. That’d certainly be a remolting situation.
As seen in The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle.
I think I’m going to have to start Dodgering these Duck jokes.
The duck wasn’t really stolen.
It was a shaggy duck tale 
You sent us on a wild goose* chase?
*close enough.