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[rayheinrich]

A frog once peed inside my hand.

Sorry, I'm taken; if you desire golden showers you'll have to search elsewhere*.





My girlfriend tends to talk in her sleep, sometimes she says: "billy, billy, stop begging, he'll pee on you next".
Since she's also a member of PigPen (calls herself Leanne or something like that), she probably knows what she's talking about.

Well, you'll be happy to know me and the frog are betrothed. We had the ceremony at the brackish tarn. Gravel was in attendance. 

    Made brackish by?     One can only guess.