About Me
Just an everday stuffed-toy of a frog with itchy feet, er, flippers. I have my own passport and am in charge of two humans, Paul & Trish. Paul suffers, er, flatulence a lot and has leukaemia and needs a cure, Trish is Irish, lovely and doesn't bottom burp so often. I was 'born' on the 7th July 1997 and can be described as cute (if you want). Soon I am off on a wander around the globe with the humans and hope to be able to leap into the occasional interweb cafe and update those that claim interest. Ribbit!
Previous Posts
- On yer 'bike...
- Hair of the frog...
- A drug a day keeps the leukie away (I hope)...
- This is the l closest I'm gonna get to a bath...
- Falling in love is hard on the knees...
- There's a hole in my pelvis, dear Liza, dear Liza....
- I need a holiday...
- Sheppey, Sheppey...
- I'm an Englishman in New York...
- D'ya wanna cawfee...


1 Comments:
At 10:32 PM,
Mtnphotoman said…
Well, are you sure that's not you after a long night at the pub drinking scrumpie? Oh, wait, I guess not, just watch out, that vodka cam make you do some things you'll never forgive yourself for. Hope all is well with you and your humans are doing well!
Pass the honey-mead!
Bearnard B. Behr
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