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October 3, 2009
frog prince, my foot.
posted by Nk. at 6:16 PM

So this morning there was a frog in the bathroom.

I was about to take a bath when something brown fell to the floor with a suspicious splat. Being still a bit half asleep and blind without my glasses I curiously moved closer to check the thing. Then it fucking leaped to the wall and scaled it. Fucking scaled the damn wall.

It was a good thing that I hadn't stripped down to take a bath yet, or I would've run naked and screaming out of the place, scaring the neighbors at 6 o' clock in the morning.

Whoever thought about a frog prince turning into a prince LIED. What woman in her right mind would kiss a brown, wet, wall-climbing frog? Even a drunk or a loony would think twice, ESPECIALLY IF THE FROG STARTED TALKING. O hai I'm a frog but I'm your prince kiss me? I'd be definitely suspicious. Of the frog. And my sanity.

Why didn't they just make it the Dog Prince? Or the Cat Prince. Or the Elephant Prince. You know, at least something mammal?

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At October 9, 2009 at 12:59 PM, Anonymous homer

but you wouldn't know if it's a prince until you've kissed it. hehe. nice blog

 


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