The post I really wanted to do

The irrdecent frogs stare at me like comforting little minons. I pitty those that aren't standing up stright, because I beleive they all deserve to be upright.

A few sit around me with limbs torn off. Tangible proof of moments of weakness, anger, trustration and just childish maliciousness.

All those little frogs now in need of prothetic legs.

Frog. Do not eat.