Thursday, July 29, 2010

It's a frog's life

Last night I got home a bit late, turned on the lights, walked into the kitchen and found this:

Now at first glance you might think it's a cute, harmless, helpless frog like this:

But it wasn't. It was a scaly, shriveled, disgusting frog like this:

So I called every guy I could think of in a ten mile radius to help me get it out of my house. Several of them didn't answer their phones. A few of them responded like this:

But one of them (after laughing a little bit) showed up at my house to rescue me from the clutches of the evil frog, making me think of this:

He then affirmed my decision to call for help by telling me that picking up the frog "was pretty gross" and that I could call him any time I needed help and he would be on the way, which made me feel like this:

And probably made him feel a little like this:

So after the heroic rescue, everyone was happy, except the frog. Who was dead. The end.


O.M.G. said...

hahaha! that was good. you should write childrens books...only for single adults. ha! not sure what that genre is but i think you capture it.

Ulovebeth said...

Love it.
For awhile, I saw frogs everywhere, and it made me wonder if I was supposed to meet my Prince Charming soon, or if I'd have to kiss a lot of frogs first. So, if you find a dead frog, in your case, I guess that brings a prince to the rescue!
Or a plague...
I'm not so good with symbolism. Let's scratch all of the above and just give a shout out for that dude! Does he get dead roaches, too?

MerMer said...

That was hilarious! Just what I needed this morning. Thanks for being awesome!