Frogs launch well off the tee too, except for the SPLAT!
....and frogs are so adorable...who wouldn't want to wear this stylish ensemble on a rainy day? :wink:
That is a really cool looking frog.
* * * * * * * * * * horny toad, with a 'tude * * * * * * * * *
Heh heh, horny toad.....strange that this made me laugh in two references this week. It must be spring.
...and don't forget about the princess and the frog
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looks like he's due for a dental check-up
that is so cool and so disturbing, all at the same time
heh -- i didn't even notice it was animated at first
I wouldn't want to get him madÂ…he sure could deliver a nasty bite.
Could you imagine going to a hospital emergency and telling them you were bit by a frog
I had a pet stuffed frog, it's name was orgasm, I would go around and ask people if they wanted to hold my frog, I would hand it to them let them pet and kiss my dear frog then I would ask them to guess it's name, they would come up with a few obviously wrong answers and I would then inform them that I had just given them an orgasm and asked if they would be so kind as to give it back
I have a small collection of frogs that I put inside my plants to decorate them.
A Pot Of Irish Frogs
by
Eddie O'Hara
There was a man who came from France
Who thought he'd like to take a chance
On eating legs of Irish frogs
That croaked out on the Irish bogs
The Frenchman squished the Irish bogs
Until he found a pool of frogs
He filled his bucket to serve his want
Then, squished his way to a restaurant
A chef there said he knew how to cook
Just like they do in a French cookbook
He put the frogs into a pot
But wasn't ready yet to get them hot
Now, he couldn't resist to snatch from a shelf
A bottle of his best, as he said to himself
"Oy know what'd be royt to flavour dem up
I'll add da ohld oyrish whasky, but no more dan a cup"
A minute - and with not a frog left sober
From the pot came a chorus of The Irish Rover!
The chef gasped, "Well, I naver tought I'd aver hear a pot sing!
Da wee folk must have done dis ting!"
He thought he'd take the pot to church for a hymn
Till the frogs leapt onto the pot's wide brim
They were Irish to the brogue, and their chorus flowed
Through a delightful (slurred) version of The Old Bog Road!
The Frenchman in the kitchen, poking around
Caused a commotion on hearing the sound
He sought to lay blame - he'd assessed it a blunder
And cried to the chef, as loud as thunder
"Monsieur, you have ruined my legs!
With your rocket fuel, that's no more than dregs!"
The chef in a daze, remained unfazed
In reproaching the Frenchman who was going half crazed
"Our whaskey is known as a ?'good drop' da world over
From Boston to Shanghai and even Van-coh-ver
But I won't argue wid ya, because yer a guest
And I'm sure neider will da wee people, who did dis in jest!"
The Frenchman refused to listen at all
Until the chef informed him, he'd cooked for De Gaulle
That must have impressed like a medal of honour
The chef was embraced like there was no tomorrour!
Suddenly, the blunder was a trivial matter
The Frenchman now preferred legs off a platter
He apologized to the chef for making a scene
They drank whiskey together, and the frogs hopped away clean!
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