Author Topic: ONE BAD FROG  (Read 2223 times)

I've been seeing a frog on my porch at the very top by the ceiling, staring at the light, every day for a week now. For the first time I went outside at night and saw him perched on the window frame. It occured to me this badass motherforgeter has been keeping the bugs off my lamp and off my porch for that entire time. I love him.


Picture of said badass. Look at him staring me down like I ain't even stuff.


I sense it's ceramic.



Forget it, he's mine.
Bitch, I will chop you up and make General Tso's out of you if you touch my frog.

Put frog on head, never worry about flies flying into your face



Bitch, I will chop you up and make General Tso's out of you if you touch my frog.

Already found a recipe, and your frog. I'm already heating garlic, butter, and parsley in the sautee pan at medium-high.

He isn't badass until he has a La Moustache.


Look at that badass motherforgeter. You think he gives a stuff about you? He's eating insects because they are blocking his view. He owns the loving place and his word is law.

Already found a recipe, and your frog. I'm already heating garlic, butter, and parsley in the sautee pan at medium-high.
:panda:

I wish my cat would be as badass as that frog.


Then again, all she does is go out and get pregnant by many, many cats.

:c