ummm......
An interesting thing just happened. I was outside smoking when i noticed a little frog hopping its self towards me. I just stood there and watched the little thing as it got closer and closer, not thinking much of him. Low and behold the son of a bitch hops right up onto my right foot, looks me dead in the eye and procedes to piss on me. Now this is a strange position im stuck in. I understand its a frog and its needs to urinate must be high on its list, by why my foot? Do I let Mr. Froggie hop away in peace, after its violated my foot. Hell no, Mr Froggie went on a 40 foot flying adventure in which he landed somewhere in the back yard. I felt used and oh so dirty. Then i looked up and saw not one, but two shooting stars. All is good now. Well, all would be good if i can get some fucking sleep.