Frog-gigging

[kirinke]

Trust me. I could kill kudzu. I have no talent at growing plants.

 

[sedarfairy]

So, wait. When did we get on to breakfast, anyways? This is what happens when I sleep through half a day of posting. It wasn't my fault! Dang employment.

Oh well, at least nobody's talking about frog breakfast smoothies. What's green and red and goes around in circles? Frog in a blender.

I like to start my mornings off with a bowl of cereal. Guess I'm weird like that. But in my early college days I was a true master of the healthy breakfast. Diet Coke and Cheetos! The breakfast of champions!

Please note children: This is what happens if you choose the wrong major, sleep goes out the window and breakfast becomes whatever is sold out of the vending machines in your dorm building. Don't Study Architecture.
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My daddy made me squirrel gravy and biscuits this morning. yummmm

 

[Aeson]

My daddy made me squirrel gravy and biscuits this morning. yummmm

My dad told me about eating squirrel brains and eggs. My mom ate pig brains and eggs. Ever have those?

 

[sedarfairy]

It has a path: points sticks with frogs on the end, particuarly one with bones. But with many things, it's the journey, not the destination.

You know, I've never emersed myself in a hivemind thread, so I have no idea when the threadcap hits.

This could go on for a long time.

Exactly Suz...life is a highway and all that jazz. I vote that when we hit the cap we start Frog stomping, the saga contines part deux

Or what about Froggies in Love, a dramatic epic of two amphibians that never managed to cross the road

or...well, i think that everyone gets the point. Geez...I kill myself. the point...hehe

 

[sedarfairy]

I'm very tempted to tell you that yes, Balsa wood would make WONDERFUL stabbing devices. And don't listen to anyone who tells you otherwise.

hmmm...I realize I could be wrong here, but unless I was severely drunk the last time I was working with Balsa...it snaps with barely any pressure. Which is why I got thrown out of bible school. Those sunday school teachers hate it when you break the steeple over and over on your balsa wood church house. You'd be surprised how easy it is to get one of those ladies to scream. Patience my arse.

 

[sedarfairy]

My dad told me about eating squirrel brains and eggs. My mom ate pig brains and eggs. Ever have those?

I prefer little squirrel thighs and backs. Not into brains. I think any chance I had of eating those was circumvented by that brain eating scene in the Hannibal Lector movie...

 

[sedarfairy]

can't help but picture the little guy sitting at the table with me, eyes glazed and red, chattering away about his winter acorn harvest, iv hooked to his furry forearm. my scooping his tiny cranium clean...nope. even i'm not that sick

 

[Aeson]

hmmm...I realize I could be wrong here, but unless I was severely drunk the last time I was working with Balsa...it snaps with barely any pressure. Which is why I got thrown out of bible school. Those sunday school teachers hate it when you break the steeple over and over on your balsa wood church house. You'd be surprised how easy it is to get one of those ladies to scream. Patience my arse.

I'm going to have fun looking for horns and tail if we ever meet in person.

 

[Aeson]

I prefer little squirrel thighs and backs. Not into brains. I think any chance I had of eating those was circumvented by that brain eating scene in the Hannibal Lector movie...

can't help but picture the little guy sitting at the table with me, eyes glazed and red, chattering away about his winter acorn harvest, iv hooked to his furry forearm. my scooping his tiny cranium clean...nope. even i'm not that sick

I can respect that. I may have to take my BB gun out one day and go squirrel hunting. Thighs and backs? I guess that's where most of the meat is.

 

[hafrogman]

can't help but picture the little guy sitting at the table with me, eyes glazed and red, chattering away about his winter acorn harvest, iv hooked to his furry forearm. my scooping his tiny cranium clean...nope. even i'm not that sick

Silly fairy, you don't eat squirrel brains like a runny egg. They're more like a honey packet. You crunch the skull, spit out the bone fragments, then
*SLURP*

Or you, know. Whatever.


hafrogman has never eaten any brains of any kind.