Something about this picture tells me: that's not his room, that's not his mirror, those are not his ducks and in 20 years, some poor unfortunate soul will be speaking of this event to a therapist.
Get a rake.
Go to the lake.
Try your luck.
Trap a duck.
Don't let it roam.
Take it home.
Tie it down.
Dress like a clown.
Whip out your dick.
Make it thick.
Slide in duck.
A feathery fuck.
The duck will say,
"When will you pay?"
Tell him you will,
"Just put it on my bill.
So it's an awkward pun.
I was just having fun.