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October 2012
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Ever wonder what a bear does when it finds an old...
iam-the-superman:
They just chill.
June 2012
128 posts
I'll Tumblr For Ya
But there are times when absolutely nothing I say ends up sounding post worthy. That being said, I suppose I could make a comment on the Mafia Frogs.
I'm not sure if they really exist or not, but it was a really weird sleep and so it's likely that they were a dream because otherwise I need to put duct tape over all the doors and windows and seal this apartment up tight.
I was visited in the night by Mafia Frogs. There were three or four of them, mean little buggers they were. About a hand high, wearing little suit jackets and black hats (fedora? or is that what private detectives wore?) and two of them had itty bitty tommy guns. One of them smoked a cigar that smelled like sweat.
They were trying to get me to give something back to them, something important that I had stolen but since I have no idea what that was, I was unable to do so. Threats were made, and the offhand comment that I would sleep worse if I knew that I might wake up in the morning with a tadpole head in the bed next to me.
Considering that tadpoles are baby frogs, that was somewhat more disturbing than if it were a horses head. It must have been a hell of a valuable item.
When I woke and called dear Clone, I think it came out sounding amusing.
But I really don't want to see them again. Ever.
