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Fri nite after a hard rain in Texas under a full moon...well, out in the boonies is where things Happen. Band was out there, and walking across the wide expanse toward the Bandcave I heard a strange sound, like the grass squishing under my feet, but all around me. When I stopped, I heard it clearly: the ground was bubbling. Everywhere. Saturated
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Therefore, if you wish to keep me far from your land, herd frogs.
*shudder*
Frogs....scary....ugh.
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I didn't see the frogs, just grooved to the happy scat-shouting of thousands of them belting out lusty pub songs somewhere off in the icky swampy...prolly half a Kyle Field away or so. Walking into the middle of such a ritual might not have been quite as pleasant...amphibious "Who are the Warriors?" style. I don't know if their clique is down with the Shelmikedmu tribe. Their culture seems so, so...foreign to ours...OMG, we are shunting them off into entertainment roles! It's like frog racismWhat's really scary out in the ETex, are the wild hogs. Not your sleek Hill Country style javelina, but 500 pound gnarly fanged pack hunting mega-"Hannibal"-esque eatin' machines that can outrun most humans, especially on their home turf. Got a friend that raises them; he hosts a biannual "Gun Shoot" where all the good ol' boys go out and drink and, yes, shoot guns and blow up stuff, trash bags filled with acetylene and that sorta shit. Then at night they drink continually, shoot sporadically, and fornicate sloppily; Band's ( ... )
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Could you also de-frog my area with a phone call? That would be -super-.
Anyway, whereabouts, exactly, do you live, again? I fear I've forgotten.
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Say the word and we'll relocate the frogs in some semi-humane way. Paris isn't far from Frogtown TX, so perhaps we can send 'em there, make a froggy commune for 'em or whatever...
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no YOU da anonymous poster! :)
Your comment was fabulous + everything a comment should be, as well...
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hehe...hi back sweetie :)
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