The Story of the Bald Frog with the Wig

I spontaneously wrote this on Blogger's "About Me" page, never considering it might be worthy of an actual blog post. Not that this blog will ever truly be an active, ongoing concern, but maybe over a decade or two I shall amass posts of interest.

The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig.

 The Story of the Bald Frog with the Wig

by Offie Dopeapple

Once upon a time, a bald frog put on a wig. "Take that off, you look ridiculous", said the bald frog's wife. And so, kids, that is the story of how the bald frog spent the rest of the day brooding about having married such an unsupportive, careless, and contemptuous woman.

THE END 

 

No, it never occurred to me 'til now that all frogs are, by definition, bald. But imagine if they weren't! That would just ruin what was, arguably, one of God's better ideas. Or would it? And were frogs really such a good idea? Let's open it up for discussion.

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File Dirk Wears White Sox next to The Clash under "British Albums That Are Actually Better In Their Adulterated, Americanized Formats".

"Cartrouble" was never the kind of song that needed a surreal prologue. And I'll take "Kick!" over "Kick" any day.

Sure, the good versions are included as bonus tracks, but it's annoying to have to start the CD on track 18.

. . . Aw, hell, who'm I kiddin'? Whatever order I have to play it in, so long as I get to "Animals And Men", I'm fine. And however much I loathed "Tabletalk" at 13, that's exactly how much I adore it today.

Teaser: I also have a funny story about Prince Charming. Remind me. And keep your feet off the upholstery, Ronnie!

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. . . And likely to be deleted. Let's just see what it looks like.

Today I installed AVG Anti-Virus Free, and then uninstalled Norton Anti-Virus 2006, which gave me a great feeling of satisfaction.

I have a cold for the first time in several years. I smoke, I don't sleep enough, and my home is pretty filthy, yet I rarely get sick. So I can't really complain if I catch cold once every few years, except -- guess what -- I will!

I've been listening to Stevie Wonder lately. It's immensely satisfying music. Even a tranquil tune like "Overjoyed" has some daring harmonic movements that excite me. I know the word "genius" gets overused, but Stevie Wonder obviously qualifies. And that makes me think, what if you kidnapped Stevie Wonder and forced him to undergo sex reassignment surgery? That would be a horrible thing to do!