Someone just punched a duck.
a wet slap.
a drowning goose.
a soggy trumpet.
the sigh of a disappointed mother.
a swamp gurgling.
a horror movie door creak.
a turkey screaming.
a far away elephant hooting.
denim being ripped.
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Tagged as denim, distant elephant talk, farts, mothers, quack, screaming turkey, trump, trumpet
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