A New Breed of Duck: Jenna Jameson

If Jenna was addicted to drugs, and I was her pusher, our conversation would go something like this:

JENNA: "Hey, can you score me some crack?"

ME: "You know the routine, you worthless fuck duck."

JENNA: "Aw, cut me some slack!"

ME: "Do it, or get lost."

JENNA: "Quack."

ME: "Huh? I couldn't hear that. What did you say?"

JENNA: "Quack! Quack! Gimme some damn QUACK!"

ME: "That's better. Here ya go..."