| It’s time for a story. |
| It’s time for a story.
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| A very special story, especially for you.
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| It’s time for a story, it’s time for a story.
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| Sit down and listen, now don’t be a Jew.
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| This story is a…
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| It’s a glitch you can be Jewish.
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| This story is called Andy the Frog featuring long and convoluted similes and I
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| warn you when one of those long convoluted similes rears its old figurative
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| head.
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| So here we go.
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| Once upon a time, there was a frog named Andy.
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| Andy lived at the Patten Park Pond and had never hopped anywhere else his
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| entire frog life.
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| He had 3 best friends.
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| Millie- who never left her lily pad, Billie- who was always hopping mad,
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| and Roger- who was arrested for possession of tadpole porn.
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| So one day, Andy saw something hop across the grass on the other side of the
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| pond!
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| «Millie, Billie, Roger, look!"said Andy.
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| Across the pond stood the most beautiful frog that Andy had ever seen.
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| «She's gorgeous!"said Millie.
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| «She's beautiful!"said Billie.
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| «BIT OLD FOR MY TASTE."said Roger.
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| (Classic Roger.)
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| And then she was gone.
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| «I need to go find her,"said Andy, «I need to follow my little frog heart.»
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| So Andy followed the beautiful frogs footsteps into the forest.
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| He then came across a turtle.
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| «You can’t pass!"said the turtle.
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| «Please?"said Andy.
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| «NO."said the turtle.
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| (And uh, this is the first long, convoluted simile.)
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| Then, there was a rustling in the bushes, and like a man who had been shot in
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| the chest with a rifle, the turtle was shot in the chest with a rifle.
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| Andy kept moving, but at this point, like the doctor of a Kenyan track team,
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| his patience ran thin.
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| Andy kept moving.
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| He then came across a giant crocodile, and the crocodile began to chant:
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| «I woke up this morning and I sat on a log, I opened up the menu and the menu
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| said frog!»
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| Andy said, «NO! |
| No, please let go of me, I can feel myself dying,
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| you’re ripping up my insides, I’m never gonna find her am I, there’s no god is
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| there, fuck, fuck!»
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| The End.
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| If you’re curious the moral of that story is irrelevant because we’re humans,
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| and it was about a. |
| why would it apply to us? |