I lurve the rainy days. The lightning (natural fireworks in the sky), the thunder (oohh sexayyyyy…) and of course the rhythmic sound that raindrops make. The angrier they fall, the better. But there’s just one thing i hate about rainy days.
Frogs.
Slimey, green little hopping monsters! I killed four of their kind today. I know, I know. Apologies to the Big Man up there. I respect the whole circle of life thing but this is too much. Hopping incessantly without a care in the world. Newslash. You’re in my property. Have a little respect. Hike up your skirts (if you have any, pfft!) then get the hell away from here.
Death Toll update: 5
I know why they’re invading me. They’re probably laughing at me for being a loser with no life. I’m going to say this only once so listen to me very carefully. I read this somewhere. Never take life seriously. You never get out of it alive anyway. And I do have a job. My job is to track down all them frogs out there and pound them till they are no more.
Geesh! Before anyone can peg me for being an insane loser, I take it back. I’m kidding. I love frogs. I love Kermit. He’s a sweetie.
Death Toll update: still 5…and counting!
By the way, happy birthday to me. I’ve been meaning to dance in the rain with only my birthday suit on but nah! Even slimey, green little hopping monsters don’t deserve that sight. too…hmm, what’s that word? Vile.
