Clubber, I think you are wanted by the officials.

[PRIDE OF BOSTON]

All the frogs in that other photo were dead.

So you're admitting to being a frog serial killer... nice... real fuckin nice, Clubber.

Back in the day me and my friend would play tennis with frogs. In the summer they were EVERYWHERE; all over the sidewalk, in our pool, in the streets. So my buddy would go down to the end of our cul-de-sac and we would hit frogs to each other and try to return them. Them things got some serious air time; though very messy if you managed to hit it on the serve return

We actually used to do the same thing with wiffle ball bats... You know... with the little guys... They used to explode on contact.

Come to think of it... Whay the fuck did we do that? That's cruel as shit!