They get a call about a man passed out in a vehicle at the top of the bridge.
They approach the vehicle and, sure enough, the guy is passed out.
With a duck.
Guy - very, very drunk.
Duck - very, very traumatized.
According to the storyteller, the guy (very, very drunk) went to the local pond, grabbed a duck, then high-tailed it to the top of the bridge (perhaps he was looking for a romantic view?)
He proceeded (did I mention very, very drunk?) to have his way with the duck.
Per the investigator. . . . .
"There were feathers EVERYWHERE."
Now tell me. . . exactly how drunk do you have to be to literally fuck a duck?
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