Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Frog

At 72 years old I love to fish. I was sitting in my boat the other day when I heard a voice say, 'Pick me up.' I looked around and couldn't see anyone. I thought I was dreaming when I heard the voice say again, 'Pick me up.' I looked in the water and there, floating on the top, was a frog.

I said, 'Are you talking to me?' The frog said, 'Yes, I'm talking to you. Pick me up then, kiss me and I' ll turn into the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. I' ll make sure that all your friends are envious and jealous because I will be your bride!'

I looked at the frog for a short time, reached over, picked it up carefully, and placed it in my front pocket. The frog said, 'What, are you nuts? Didn' t you hear what I said? I said kiss me and I will be your beautiful bride. 'I opened my pocket, looked at the frog and said, 'Nah, at my age I' d rather have a talking frog.'

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