Also, upon reading this back I wonder what a "godly" racket is. Because I know all the ungodly ones sound like the Hillbilly starting to hit things with other things and swearing profusely at things, and smoking under my open window which isn't loud but is definitely ungodly because Jesus never smoked, and being tattooed, but not the good kind that looks all rad and sexy, the bad kind like you would show off right before you got shanked in prison because you did it yourself, and sure maybe you spelled "boobs" like " bewbs!" but that's okay because the guy stabbing you with a sharpened spoon can't really read so good anyway(s). And really he is your target audience.
I was just consulting the ultimate reference source on ducks*** and what the noises they make mean and it turns out "err-Ra!" is Duck Spanish for "I'm looking for a place to live that has an appropriate amount of both water and shore-side high grasses and isn't a box." And you may ask yourself "I wonder what 'Duck Spanish' is?" and to that I say, stop talking to yourself because only crazy people or very very handsome people do that. So I'll tell you about Duck Spanish.
The Boy once surmised that since all animals spoke, but it was a language he didn't understand than they must all be derivatives of Spanish which is another language he doesn't understand. And that's not because he's a racist, it's because he hates Dora the Explorer and even Diego can pretty much get fucked as far as The Boy is concerned, so he never learned Spanish. So cats speak Cat Spanish and dogs speak Dog Spanish, and ducks speak "Duck Spanish". Oddly enough, emus speak Latin. But that's because they are The Boy's nemeses. We took him to the zoo once when he was four and he got one look at those giant flightles birds and his eyes turned to slits and he scowled deeply and said "Stinking Emus!". No one knows why. It's probably best not to ask.
This post was written under the influence of "What the fuck?" apparently. No wait...it's random Tuesday I think, so I totally meant to be obtuse. Who's the genius now? (Hint:Me.)
*I don't know the names of many actual street drugs so I just like to make them up and then when someone looks at me all confused, I just shrug at them like they aren't cool and walk away. It's how I "Just Say No". I think "Whitchow!" is an awesome name for a drug because that is the sound a ricochet makes in comic books. And maybe there's a cool metaphor for what the drug does to you in that name, but I can't think of it because I'm too whacked on street cleaner fumes.
** I do not endorse this behavior. Crapping your pants is gross.
*** from "Ultimate Reference Source on Ducks" by Hattori Hanzo, or some shit I just made up.